I Mother

Poetry

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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