Ice Cubes From a Crow
Happy Stepmother's Day
Sorry your card is soggy.
I tucked a few ice cubes inside it.
The same ones you spit onto my soul
so many years ago.
{They all see the gentle-gray-haired grandma
and wonder why I keep my distance}.
But I grew up under the ass of that crow {you didn't}
Crapping out ice cubes on my young soul-
I wear the rouge on my psyche as proof.
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