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I mother like I’m still in a state of shock,
as improbable as it still seems that these two intoxicating human beings
came out of this one drunk on love stories human
— busy living in her daydreams,
had I not been there myself — doing the damn thing
introducing you head first to breathe in the world
as acute despair washed over me in waves of unprecedented pain,
I would struggle to believe that this is all true today
I mother like a drunken sailor trying to navigate choppy Seas
all arms flailing and slurred speech
with footnotes that nobody else can read,
almost drowning with each breath
but still — the Captains hat fits my head
with nothing but my love light keeping us afloat
like a punchline to a crappy joke that no one will admit they wrote
I raise my hand and say ‘it was me’
— now keep watching as I fail most beautifully
I mother like I’m Poetry,
a tale of fact and fiction and glory and tragedy
like a bridge over troubled water
— that can’t be burned down
and footprints are…
