B.C. and A.C.

Before I had children.

After I gave birth to two.

B.C. and A.C.

Was there a time before I became a mother?

I don’t remember

Not in the same way

Don’t recall my childhood memoirs

All I regurgitate are things I can read in a book

about my life before rebirth.

But to feel —

and to embrace —

that person was me?

Can never be.

Does a butterfly remember

eating green leaves

as a caterpillar?

I look like me.

I feel like a giant

compared to the girl before

but I still fit

in the same camera hole.

Maybe I’ve jumped

to another dimension

while eyes half closed

rocking and humming a lullaby

Maybe I'm already

on the edge of another.