Mother, I am a Woman 

angel art black and white clouds
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Does my mother know?

that I am craving

sweet and dirty folktales

That I am following rhythms cool and slick butter

Melting cream

 

Does my mother see me?

building wax figures

Drenched in sweat pools

Just to find divinity

 

Is my mother dreaming?

of the child I used to be

 

Weak in heat

Weak – as Pussy muscles

Push up, push ups

Removing long veils

trying out beats

the angels sigh and

I feel my mother’s eyes

 

 

 

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