“Eighteen Noes”

This is how you
often fell asleep
every night when
you were just
over two —
you would reach
for Mommy with
your right arm,
pulling her neck
closer to your
face. You would
hold the bottle
with your left
hand and finish
the eight ounces
of milk (you
pronounced it
“Eighteen noes?”)
and then you would
hand the bottle
over to me, feel
my chin, and roll
over my chest
to make my stomach
your pillow.

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