Mother’s Milk

Poetry, Uncategorized

It’s in everything I give you – the world.
I quaver, finding the right note
Sliding treble then flat
Voice rising up and grabbing at constellations then falling to the
Midnight zone
Out there beyond the breakers where the water darkens as if it recognizes the night
And toxic stars can’t shed their dust
On you
Singing up
Darkness or that pitch of
On water
Air and fabric
Scape of sound
Frantic over every molecule of you
Just in case what poisoned me
Will poison everything.

These voices I use for you
Might kill you, too.


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