I feel like it was serendipity that today I would be reading the poems about motherhood in Aimee Nezhukumatathil's newest poetry collection, Lucky Fish, which recently won the da Vinci Eye Award for cover design. The collection is not entirely of motherhood poems, so it really is lucky happenstance that today, Mother's Day, would be the day I read the section that does feature poems on the subject. I especially love the poem "Birth Geography," which is a multi-segmented poem about the birth of one of her sons. In honor of mothers everywhere on this day, I present section 15 from the poem:
Because I know talk like this frightens you, I will say this only once: If I am ever lost or someone ever wonders if the cause of my death is by my own hand--let it be known that I will never leave you on my own accord. Never. If someone takes me, I will scratch and bite until I gargle soil. My mouth will be an angry mouth if anyone rips me from you. The center of my hands boiled with blossoms when we made a family. I would never flee that garden. I swear to you here and now: If I ever go missing, know that I am trying to come home.