The Poem About Infertility
Jennifer Jackson Berry

I threw away potatoes, old & soft like old & soft potatoes.

I smelled pickles on the bus, sour-like from someone's skin,
not from someone's lunch.

I'm glad I'm not the only one rotting.


There is one niece; there will be a nephew & twins.

Some ant species eat honeydew: sugary waste excreted
from sap-eating insects.

These ants make trades for honeydew meals.

Sisters-in-law, here. Take this.
Make it anything you need.