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Published: September 5, 2009
she holds baby like he’s
porcupine,
as if his plum tomato lips
stick her through,
name her pincushion with their
first words,
ma-ma.

most women coo,
it’s not so bad, having your
biological clock
tick-stopped by grasping gasping
clinging crying
staying.
she’s too strong to peel away
softened-butter joints
from her solid-food fingers,
up to the knuckles in pedialyte.

men see the quills on her
baby-wide hips
and imagine lapping at the
baby-bottle poised dripping
hovering millimeters
from her nip-tuck lips.

she prays for I want you,
pulling-strings into her dark-
green bustier,
one pump balancing on the bed,
and listens to drag-stab choruses of
ma-ma
from the men swigging at her breasts,
helpless, crying, clinging,
without necks to hold up their heads.
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Whoa, interesting.
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Thanks for reading. :heart:
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I really like tick-stopped and the last stanza ( it stuck out when you were reading it aloud at coffeehouse). I think there could be more porcupine imagery--or "prickly" imagery, especially since it's so prevalent in the first stanza. Maybe in relation to her clothing in the last stanza?

Shit, I just made tea and put the cup in the microwave after I'd left it out a little too long. The gold lining around the rim started sparking blue. D:
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You know, Dr. Lebow said the exact same thing. You are a good poet, m'dear. And I will do just that.

Yipes! You should stop that, cup! Don't hurt An-na-na!
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It let me drink out of it without killing me. Though I did experience an abdominal pain this morning. :paranoid: Hmmm.
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