a certain possession of freedom (poem #10)

I crave a suckling mouth on my breast some months
I crave the attention I could only imagine a child gives
At my age, there are other things I should be craving
Like a good dentist
A savings account
A phone full of pictures in some country where no one looks like me
But, when I get this strange pull to finally
See
Why my mother failed so miserably at loving me
I remember her advice to me

stay free

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