if money could buy
the time i lost regretting,
would i be happy?

my biggest paycheck
untouched in the nursery
unswaddled bonus

its late-night crying
ignites a hole in my soul
but babes are fragile

even when nursing
they can fuss and search for more
easily cracking

my scarred nipple skin
tearing my hope inside out
leaving me empty

safe in its blanket
i will keep my money wrapped
while i nurse my dreams