On the first morning of spring
I was doing a daybreak battle with a feverish baby.

He was sweltering and I was sweating, trying to seek out my sensibility in a body overcome by fatigue.

The angels told me to nurse and sleep together. Keep him close to my body. Let him have what is needed.

We slept. I dreamed of Botticelli.

And now that he is mid morning napping, I am sitting. Amazed that God made my body a remedy.

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