we have wonderedwhat to tell her,
baby with her teeth
still soft beneathher gums,
who knows nothingof loss or what comes next.she sleeps in my bedand kicks me whileshe dreams of milk.
who comes to herat night,
god or her lost sisterbearing witness from theother side?
our mothers giveus the word for deathand we see it everywhere.children have alwaysknown,with or without