She

She laughs herself awake

and talks to me in her sleep

when she rubs her heels against my knees

soothing herself

I remember

how that felt against my lungs and

palms

as I rubbed my belly

phantom kicks, from the inside, now

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as she plays and makes

her own world on

the outside of me

Still

she turns to me in her sleep

places her hands on my face

her little hands

that were wide and free from

the moment she was born

i remember

i will always remember