Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Twenty Summer 2009 |
Two Rachel Mallino This is what I have given you: two crippled glands tucked into your throat. Do they represent the times I considered unfolding you from my womb? They swell, thirsty like when I kept my breasts to myself. My hand pressed beneath your bangs cannot convince you that your sore swallow is not my own secret ideology of twos. I've never complained about your blue eyes -- globes as round as my mother's knucklebones. Mine are brown. I hold you, regardless. |
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