My First Weeks by Sharon Olds

My First Weeks

by Sharon Olds

Sometimes, when I wonder what I’m like, underneath, I think of my first two weeks, I was drenchedwith happiness. The wall openedlike liquid, my head slid through, my legs, Ipushed off, from the side, soaredgently, turned, squeezed outneatly into the cold illuminatedair and breathed it. Washed off, wrapped,I slept, and when I woke there was the breastthe size of my head, hard and full,the springy drupelets of the nipple. Sleep.Milk. Heat. Every dayshe h...