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Jul 2012
A baby.
No more than
7 or 8 months
Weighing less
Than his prescribed
9 or 10 kilos.
A baby.
With nothing more
Than his immediate
Sighs for food
Reaches
Grabs
Wails
For the boot.
The old boot
With its muddied laces
Its faded tongue
Its infinite miles.
A mother
Scoops
The baby
Puts him to her breast
And believes him satisfied.
Tessa Stogian
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Tessa Stogian
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