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Christmas morning

Crying into the light I woke to silence. Then…

My ears popped And…

I heard her first words fall like brown pears drop. Then…

My mum Mary.

Sweet and blue as a baby boy Licked me with black lips Scratched me with straw

And fed me her shitty smells And cough candy breath.

So…

Warm as a slipper I lay and bathed in her gaze. Her eyes, egg-wet

Her nostrils wet with green Her breasts wet

My bed wet. Until…

My mother’s snout spoke steam. And…

I replied – ‘Moo.’

November 16, 2015