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Feb 2020
Momma does too. Prop it up
inside the crib to replace the warmth
that mother gives. Baby empties it
and goes off to sleep. Doctor says

it’ll cause tooth decay. Momma
never listens to doctors anyway. She likes
her wine red, red as blood. Red as the rug
in her room. Red as the strawberry moon

in June. Baby lies in her own waste. Momma’s
wasted too. Wasted as the burgundy. Wasted
as spilled blood. Wasted as the **** red rug and
strawberry moon in June.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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