You know, the weight that sits on the vent port of
the cooker that pressure cooks your dal?
I lost mine.
Now its just the steam that vents out
and I cant wait for it to hush and run out of its own steam.
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he said to tell him all the truth
nothing but the truth
before I turn 82.
cose that’s when his great granda died
and wouldn’t I too?
82 is the death gauge of my seven year old.
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he rolls over
after they make love
and she rolls back
to the memoires that
made her love worthwhile.
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I am a supermom, I tell him
to his eyes lit up in wow
at four, he begged for more and more
of my encounter stories
my night kills and roof leaps
now at seven, he just listens
with sad acceptance and spiritless wows
how do superheroes heal their bruised hearts?
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