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Category Archives: Immediate Poetry
Little Nubbin. (8 lines)
* A series of 8 line posts because of this one >> 8 mm
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Ten perfect fingers.
Ten… toes.
I caress you several times a day.
Can I draw a little face on you please?
Little nubbin…
I’m starting to love you.
Shoes are dumb anyway.
Dreaming. (8 lines)
* A Series of 8 line posts because of this one >> 8 mm.
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Hot and heavy with my husband…
The carnival hay is itchy.
Then a thief out to mug me.
I lift my shirt to expose my weapon…
and squirt the robber in the eye with breast milk.
My binky. (8 lines)
* 8 lines for a month because of this post >> 8 mm
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Everything is topsy turvy.
Exhaustion… sobbing.
Anxiety… hopelessness.
Fists clenched… veins popping.
I reach for it.
Soft… comforting…
I squeeze it in my hands on the exhale.
My husband’s ass is my binky.
Posted in Immediate Poetry, Life
Tagged 8 lines, colic, married life, motherhood, postpartum, PPD
15 Comments
Losing the race. (8 lines)
* 8 lines for a month because of this post >> 8 mm
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I lack the stamina.
I have ill fitting shoes.
I did not carbo-load.
I hobble along…
A wailing child clinging to me…
I pause to clean poop, and wipe baby vomit out of my eyes.
You don’t belong here. (8 lines)
* 8 lines for a month in honor of this >> 8 mm
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Baby crying…
a pitch that unravels the threads of my brain.
Stealing a guilty minute to pee.
The cold seat welcomes my bottom.
But I am unsettled.
I think, “You don’t belong here”.
Posted in Immediate Poetry, Life
Tagged colic, motherhood, sleep deprivation, what the what
4 Comments
Frankenpussy (8 lines)
* 8 lines because of this post >> 8 mm
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Frankenpussy, Frankenpussy -
So misunderstood.
You’ve been stretched.
You’ve been ripped apart,
Cut and stitched together.
You’re marred with badges if honor,
And stronger than any monster I know.
PS- You need a haircut.
Posted in Definite Overshare, Immediate Poetry, Life
Tagged 8 lines, Birth, motherhood, vagina
24 Comments
Feed feed feed (8 lines).
Nursing ’til the cows come home.
The cows need GPS.
Feed, sleep, cry… cry, cry, cry.
Mommy wants to satisfy.
Take the man made stuff away.
It’s a sleep deprivation marathon.
I met a guy with three nipples once.
Lucky bastard.
Posted in Immediate Poetry, Life
Tagged 8 lines, breastfeeding, motherhood, sleep deprivation
10 Comments
Just to leave.
Tick tock tick tock
White rabbit has nothing on us
Let’s brush
pause pause
Let’s dress
pause cry pause cry
wrong socks
good socks
bad socks
Patience is a virtue -
I’m a jezebel
Tick tock tick tock
Throw the mouse at the clock
Posted in Immediate Poetry
Tagged Bam Bam, Immediate Poetry, parenting, patience, preschool
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