The false-positive, it would be
a back-formation constructed
only to freak you the fuck out.
is the mother you will not have been.
Yesterday morning I made porridge
with blueberries I picked without you
This morning I will make pancakes
with the handfuls that are left.
This will be the ellipsis,
your hand negotiating a space between,
from chipped plate to teeth.
When the time comes they will tell me—
Against which I promise to insist: