Minimalist Gossip Magazine Cover (49).pdf (23) - Flipbook - Page 39
we were dollops of skin at her breast holding on
though I was blind to how motherhood made her
complete or fully realised
to the meaning of the words
don’t you want it too?
she’s spinning sugar out of air again & I suppose the house is emptier
now we’ve gone
and we visit sometimes on sundays,
the meat cooks in her hot oven and
we are boiling too finding the cool parts of the house
to hide from expectation
she waits in the kitchen with its high ceiling and
new appliances
the sky outside is cast iron
blasted through by a few splashes of weak armed sun
I’m trying to say that I don’t know if I do
know if I don’t
I don’t
and she gestures at a wall where a beehive is
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