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Effie and Jay, Momma needs you...
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Poems Holding the din of silence,
in hot little hands.
All red cheeks and sucked thumbs.
The smell of Johnson’s
Bourne from the battle.
The prison once called a relationship.
A dream, sprung from a whisper,
turned the very root of the tree of life.
A reason for existence.
Presented with this present
- of your presence.
"Bui Doi"
And all your ensuing paraphernalia,
Following exactly as “All the books say….”
A balm on an aching heart,
Papa Bear only too please to acquiesce
Read: Given little choice,
considering the need to atone for his absences
”If this is right, if I get this right then, maybe,
I am too”
But somewhere something had come from nothing.
Pie crust promises.
Easily made, easily broken.
And you can't mend what was never fixed
