OUTWARD FROM HERE

It’s yes, inward from there
the mother, the tomato in the face
and the rest of the bunch
giving a pick me up to the
first in first served
I have worshipped not the inner skin
my bosom given life
my hands together
and yet not a step taken
in gain
am i not a fortunate one
Don’t b’lieve they knew
their shadows i have lost
folded the letter now
and sent off soon it will be
these bones
a rattle

and then another morning (postage paid)

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