by Dakota Smith
I am a young mother.
I don’t remember
having these children.
I have a beautiful,
boyish husband
who seemed more lackluster and uninvolved
as time went on.
I have twins. I have triplets.
I need to breastfeed, but I don’t
know how.
My husband won’t help me. I am constantly
breastfeeding,
my nipples become crusty.
I worry
about how my breasts will look
afterward. If they will
truly deflate. Just as I was getting
attached,
I lose one
of my babies just
like that.
Dakota Smith (she/her) is a poet, performance artist, and writer who received her MFA from Randolph College. She is a part of Brooklyn Wildlife Collective and lives in New York City.