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Parenting Truths We Never Tire of Discussing
The search for sleep.
That time slows and speeds
Rage. Bodily fluids.
From new and terrible
That babies and children
vanish. They vanish.
This poem originally appeared as part of Tupelo Press's 30/30 Project in June, 2013.
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