Momfriends
︎︎︎ Bauhausfrau
︎ Apr 16, 2026
If not for my cellmates I might be committed.
Fine binds hug us from animate flesh.
To recount the arrows, or those we've permitted,
I sheathe while I grieve all the rest.
Well peered are our children, found intimates weave.
Squeeze bonding between dye-free frosting.
We bear filtered cross-loads with slacked joie de vivre
And the grace to not dwell what it's costing.
Fat fists clink small china, wide-eyed to gild chains,
Distributing counter declines.
Tethered and tightened to what good remains
So the loads bear us hardier lines.
Fine binds hug us from animate flesh.
To recount the arrows, or those we've permitted,
I sheathe while I grieve all the rest.
Well peered are our children, found intimates weave.
Squeeze bonding between dye-free frosting.
We bear filtered cross-loads with slacked joie de vivre
And the grace to not dwell what it's costing.
Fat fists clink small china, wide-eyed to gild chains,
Distributing counter declines.
Tethered and tightened to what good remains
So the loads bear us hardier lines.
Bauhausfrau is a writer living in the South with her husband and several young children.
Also by Bauhausfrau: Ted K at the feed and seed