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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”.
As I stare at the strand of hair in my pants…
that I know is not mine.
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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.
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.
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
Want to eat
Need to eat
Hate to eat
Let’s go
pause pause
Fight the shoe
Floppy fish foot
Stand up
Wet noodle boy
pause f*cking pause
stare blink stare blink
slither on floor
I gave birth to…
temperamental
molasses
Today’s Flashback Friday post is from the category Immediate Poetry.
Enjoy today’s poem from the archives:
Toddler In Tow.
Waiting room
waiting room
Toddler in tow.
No nap has me praying.
Goldfish are my savior.
“Momma up!”
“down!”
“out!”
Wishing for peace.
stroller shakes, stroller shakes
Clock ticks
Goldfish gone
Into the room
the size of a dime.
Spilled milk
Strawberry milk
shirt off
pants off
“Momma milk!”
“Momma milk!”
Gown on
feet in stirrups
… silence…
awkward.
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