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Like numbness, biting and immobilizing
you come constant, with no explanation, no
where else to be. I am your mother.
You do not burst metamorphic, or come
fast from a man I love. You do not swell
my feet or breasts in preparation for the flood
of you into my brain and cells. You come
shy and unsure and we are strangers
but for this crippling need. Each deliberate whack
they take at you, makes me a mother ...