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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