Thursday, April 28, 2016

More Nobler (a poem)



More Nobler

I used to kick my mother.  
Don’t tell me you were 
nobler in the womb. 
I used to imitate the moon 
phased round dark light 
all through my gestation.  
In fluid floating and 
sprouting struck out  
at poor Ma, she so like
a Greek, bearing.
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by Sarah Sarai.  

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