DANCING IN THE DUST MOTES
My nipples are darkening again. I stand naked in front of a full length mirror and observe my swollen, tender breasts, preparing to engorge with milk and spray like showerheads. I turn to the side to look at the rounding of my belly. It happens faster the second time. The faded stretch marks that grew from my groin to my belly button are waiting to redden again and grow in the coming months.
The return of these changes is comforting in a way. I’ve been here before, I know what to
