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a baby
(July, 2007)

Born,
I am. Spat - and away
I am cradled.

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Bleached yachts squelch above the barracked babes
strewn across the battered wooden palms
scooping indifferently atop anorexic legs.

Blindly, signatures scream,
etching the souls of flightless,
bending smiles.

Blushing, head-scarved cunts wobble,
traumatising in the damp winter air;
discharged into the forest of fate,
where sterile binaries huddle in fresh dew.

Labels: abandonment, adoption, childbirth, childlessness, love

posted by Hugh O'Donnell @ 7:28 PM