A poem about a mother doing everything at once.
she had four of us before full maturity.
we grew like tombstones.
shouted : don’t go in the bathroom
cleaning bath
get ready for school eat your breakfast.
she was doing this—
all of those things at once.
asking we calm down get ready and look, forward.
she did all that shit.
i stole her cigarettes when the time came.
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“she did all that shit.”
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