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Wending

My milk full breasts remind me of
the day you stared at
her unzipped top
freshly peeled from the parkland grass

I didn’t know you were a boob guy
I have them now and you have her now
I used to think about it more

Now only when I use
Herbs de Provence
or notice the heft of my flesh
against my child’s mouth

The pain arc has a trajectory
of it’s own design
double rainbows are common here

Crows transform into ravens and
hollyhocks climb towards God
Posted 10/04/18
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