she once was
just as small
as this
but this was
never all she
was & now
she is the sum
of all the world
for me &
all that will ever be
for me is
changed by her
even when she
was as
small
as this
& i am
left to
wonder how
the world
may change
again &
again by one
beginning
as small
& possible
as this
Posted by the fruitfemme at 6:54 PM
Labels: but how did the man stuff get in you?, Mother is a verb, poems (with apologies especially to Joe)
Yes, yes. Another mommy blog. Queer,Araby, Femme & Feminist politics, occassional bad poetry and what else? A fruit fetish. See for yourself.
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Me and my follicle, walkin down the avenue, doo bee doo doo.
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