sibyl
my mother speaks
to those
I silence
in tongues. confesses
she is not
an animal
person. when drunk, she knows
to push
to the right
the stroke
ravaged
newborn. as a word
barren
is a man’s
word. as a thought
it’s a keeper. if one asks
where one
beats a dog
I answer
in front of children. it’s the question
leaves a mark
on the heart.
kingsoftrain 
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