Note: This poem by Sierra Black is a reprint from July 22, 2004 on ChildWild. Tiny goddess of my body I’m twenty-six today, and you have Two months and two days even In the world. The tail end of our nap this afternoon found you curled Against my skin as if you Did not care if we were one or two. Startled by the beauty of your eyes, I (inadvertently) dropped a book on your head. A slim paperback volume... Read more