By daylight
I am bottles.
Laundry.
Baby wipes.
Court documents.
Coffee
gone cold
for the third time.
By moonlight
I become
The Empress.
Not because
my life is beautiful—
but because
I continue
creating love
inside chaos.
One child
asks for another story.
Two babies
sleep against my chest.
One daughter
waits for me
among the stars.
Somehow,
my heart
still has room
for gardens.
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