Kristy Webster-Milton

Ultima

Respiro,
Until I can see God’s little toes moving
as She sleeps on my lap,
tempered and deep
as if I could give
God a fright, darle asusto.
Besides
Who wants to shake
a cherubic village?
When after rib wrenching labor
the kingdom is finally round?
My belly fills with air
and pokes God’s feverish ear
my most ambitious exhalation
sends Her out, a spiral
cascading off
my knees caught
by the curves that start my feet
Her electric dreams.
Each time She falls I remember, la primera,
When the cord came off my neck
The inflation peeling me pink

And I remember la ultima
right now, this second
when I fold Her back inside
my lungs anxious
for a fatter prayer.