& the story of baby is this:

RECENTLY PUBLISHED
He did not tell me he eyed the new satellite /
and imagined rolling him in the /
valleys of his fingers.
I thanked the scissors, / cut the thread I had woven between continents, / families, the uneven fingers of life / and slept with it under my pillow.
Each silver sequin pinned like petals / of jasmine, frozen in time.