Once, I thought, "I could pour love into this child, and he will never be satisfied." I was tired.
I imagined gaping baby birds in the nest.
More MORE MORE!
I imagined pouring love into those mouths, into my baby's mouth, and that I would never get to the bottom.
Once, I thought, startled, "I am like my baby. I am just like my child. I will never get enough love."
I am a gaping maw.
More MORE MORE.
Don't leave me in the crib. I'll die here. Alone. Cradle me in your arms. Hold me. I'll live. I'll live.