With Child
Marni Asplund-Campbell, editor

Among Linens
Lara Candland

[p.158]I go to the closet
unfold a linen
comfort my baby
inconsolable girl.

You sleep. In the morning
you wake but I’m still in bed
and I weep. Her little teeth
lost bottle,
my large body.

Sweet, salty—
I eat like this
all day, this
rhythmically
at night I stop
then start again
by lifting a lasagna
from the oven.

Sweet, salty
baby sleeps
among linens.

Once young
I slept, I wept
for you.