Mar 2015
instead of singing me to sleep
mother would put a cigarette
in my mouth
and have me
hold my breath
while she peeled
an orange. my feet
were the first
to go.
mother would put a cigarette
in my mouth
and have me
hold my breath
while she peeled
an orange. my feet
were the first
to go.
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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