Good news! Amy King of MiPOesias solicited a submission from me; I'm so flattered.
Every Mother’s Worst Fear
when my mother was pregnant with me
she craved a pound of strawberries every day
her breast milk turned pink
she sold her milk to herbalists in Chinatown
for 100 dollars an ounce
she bought a silk stroller
embroidered with pictures of Elmo
she dreamt I had a tail
she couldn’t stop crying
meteors hit the Ukraine
the night I was born
the craters still glow green
during the winter
my first word was no
before I could walk I liked to sit quietly
in the corner facing the wall
and climb into the ceiling
when no one was looking
mother knocked me down with a broom
I go barefoot everywhere
holes sometimes appear
in the sidewalk where I place my feet
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Poetry that holds my interest - what a rare treat! Thank you!
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