If I could just go back
to the moment when
I decided that the hot
cup of coffee outbalanced
the worry
for the tiny life
buried
(already?)
inside me

to the moment when
we decided that the
*** was well worth
the panic
of the movement
the aching, the pleasure

to the moment when
I complained of
the nausea
the sweating
the mood swings
the size that I measured

If I could just
go back
to those moments
might God let me keep
him?

My treasure.