Monday, April 20, 2015

21/30: lasts

The first time she picked me up I was
a fraction.  Less than a tenth, surely.
Swaddled, capped, or maybe still
covered in blood and shit and god
knows what.  Not one tooth to my
new name.  Yes, there was a first time
she held me. Who could forget it?
But there was also

                          a last time

she set

1 comment:

Taidgh Lynch said...

This one gets the thumbs up. Really full of meaning. I like the structure of it at the end. Thanks!

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