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POETRY

Thursday, January 21

Bloodmilk


tiny child,
helpless in fogged senses;
the moon reflected
in vague eyes
watching my face in the night.

redly mouthing milk
coaxed from my breast,
from my breast
with its tides
and storm-wreckage;
fires burning sadly,
the wastes-vast
of repressed silences.

tiny child
ubiquitous;
pivoting my life around
the compulsive clenching
and unclenching
of your fists,
your screaming desperate cries
changing my blood
to milk
which you tickle out of me.

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