When our son finally pushed through 
I remembered our bodies in the hot sand
not even allowed to touch each other’s fingernails
for I had yet to crush the glass with my foot.

Please, let’s take off.
But not the way others expects us to fly.

So we are waiting again for the sun to push through,
and I remember your long dress draped like a lavender ocean
hiding your bulging belly,
yet to know one another like old friends.

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