Breast Feeding
I still remember when the tiny ones would
latch on and suck themselves into comfort
relieve my swelling, too.
I still remember their faces when
visual stimuli met oral yearning
so completely.
Those nasty nasal onslaughts
who cared? For my lil sugars
were so dear I'd have drowned in sulfur before
forgoing the blue snot bulb.
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