"pudges" poems
“You said that would be gone by now”
The mother says pointing at
The heaps of clothes strewn across
The little girl’s bedroom floor
10 years later, the mother says,
“You said that would be gone by now”
pointing
At the soft roll that pudges out
on her little girls stomach
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 3:55 PM UTC