Feb 2021
Our Mother
She keeps telling us
Opening sinkholes
Creating gusts
We continue endlessly
Work her bones
Milk her body
Mother will give
Maybe
But some mothers
Abandon a naughty baby
She keeps telling us
Opening sinkholes
Creating gusts
We continue endlessly
Work her bones
Milk her body
Mother will give
Maybe
But some mothers
Abandon a naughty baby
(50/F/Massachusetts)
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