Chilanga Sprinkles

I lie on the bed
Warmed by the spring sun
That strokes me through
The wall to wall window
Of our 10th floor apartment
I am curled around a pillow
The infant 
Born months ago
Naps at my side
I lift my head to 
Sip hot
Bitter oregano tea
Feeling the return of
Violent tremors 
In my pelvis
And the resulting
Blood flow
I rejoice secretly
Marvel at my biology
At the power to 
Create or not create
Life
The infant 
Asleep at my side
Stirs
I glance at her and
Pity men