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There Were Times I Bred for Personal Gain Though I Myself a Property' Incapable of Allegiance.

THERE WERE TIMES I BRED FOR PERSONAL GAIN
THOUGH I MYSELF A PROPERTY' INCAPABLE OF
ALLEGIANCE

   This isn't a mother's book. What once
   was the high--rent white commune
   in my back degrades / and begins /

   Remember the time I gave.

   I gave birth to a pepper wing baby
   a persistent beat singeing first the gates
   and then the gloves and then my breast

   blah blah blah. The belief that
   everyday must include pain but some
   besotted in their small study /

   her back / their back / guilt

   to you. Cold noise delivery. / Remember
   okay thanks. Okay thank you the baby

   who spurred / back to / down / to
   understand / they, the baby, did this

   to take stronghold of me / longer
   than leash or yoke or deed,
   umbilical chord

   Make an exit by dripping honey
   down the ants' wall. By crossing
   species that radar resistant species

   tunneling

   a cologne-soaked post-war

   with the spoon
   from which / milk, camphor / your mother

   an exit wound
   that doesn't try
   to be

   pain or everyday or pain

   these sailors / have no secrets / nor cells
   from which / it's only always water,

   daughter.
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Author:Pafunda, Danielle
Publication:Interim
Article Type:Poem
Date:Jan 1, 2016
Words:180
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