48 Years
48 years
of
breath
dropped
from the womb
to
object
doctor pleased me with the nurse
momma got stitches
in
her
purse
laughing out loud
the
clouds
rehearse
do me again they scream
you are our teardops
foaming
at
the
seas
see men see men
see
what
made me
this little piggy
made babies
this little piggy made babies
quit pulling on my toes
although i am grown
weeping are
my toes say
leave me
alone
mine
toes
am
an
inked
candles
48 years
of
thorned rose
?
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