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2013-01-28T09:33:21-08:00January 28th, 2013|Parenthood|

Weaning, day 7

The air is thick around me
with the murky speckle of night

I lie in bed
still as wood
with cabbage leaves
cupping my breasts

your dad is in your room
rubbing your back
while you cry

I want mama

words that take up
all the space
in my throat
so there is almost
no room left
for breath.

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