For a while now, I have noticed
the inky dots that doctors track
flat lining.
Despite all
the mashing and blending
straining and scooping
of each fortified culinary creation
even with a team of specialists
thousands of breastfeeds
and tens of thousands of spoonfuls
in spite of all those successful swallows,
we are here
for a surgical consult
contemplating the weight of you
as horizontal black dots
lead onwards, but not upwards.
We are surviving.
