i wonder
if my
body is
really made
for children
and suckling
breasts bellies
handbags swallowing
dummies taking
forefingers and
broad hard
feet suited
to chasing
the sweet
sticky milked
up stench
of little
doctor's office
babies. oh god.
now i
want to
staple my
stomach to
my spine
so there's
no swelling
beyond the
means of
my
skin.
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