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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