Sofia Banzhaf

How The Milk Curdles

how short
the days         –
every stubbed
toe          broken
capillary

how the milk
curdles         –
the weak link         the
clogged
artery

in my
dreams you are bleach
blonde          crystallized
sugar skin

i’ll bear you
children between the jasmine

bushes
blushed wet sweet
things
and i’ll do it

quietly
and

you don’t have to

hold
me