what does it take to be a
noteworthy writer?
an inventor instead of an author
a mother to words
they’ll sip, settle, and sink
after my breast
my head, a cage of black chickens
they peck and prod but
peck and prod with purpose
laying eggs like me, like mothers
warm their spawn the way mothers do
live in these
these eggs i manage to incubate
some scrambled in a hot pan
oh, the struggle beneath this striped
this striped, this striped, ummmmmmmmmmmbrella
and this heat– the heat makes
me resent it all
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