You’re pregnant with your third daughter.
I see the baby bump on social media,
followed by posts about how protests are
unpatriotic, how women have lost no rights
yet. You’re a good mother. I can tell
by the pictures of your two girls, golden-haired
and napping, smiles sappy with sleep.
Their bodies chose such an open posture
to plop down on those couch cushions,
and you are to thank for their sense of safety.
I type a timid response, ask if his comments
about snatching women without consent
encourage assault? You tell me that’s ridiculous.
I’m entitled to an opinion, but that’s absurd.
I wonder about the first girl he ever grabbed,
what color her eyes are. If her favorite animal
is a bird, or could ever be again.
Your two girls are sleeping on the couch,