My art is domestic
reaching to my soul
Like an infant
for my necklace, pulling me
to this paper to speak to you...
though I'll never know you.
I put this baby up for adoption,
turn my back and walk away.
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My art is domestic
reaching to my soul
Like an infant
for my necklace, pulling me
to this paper to speak to you...
though I'll never know you.
I put this baby up for adoption,
turn my back and walk away.
main poetry page