every time I speak
I feed
or starve
hungry mouths.
mouths within
and without,
gaping holes
waiting
to be appeased
to be filled
with something,
anything,
everything.
not nothing.
and so I learn
how to be
a mother,
to feed
hungry mouths
enough,
just enough,
so we can all listen,
talk and eat.
I feed
or starve
hungry mouths.
mouths within
and without,
gaping holes
waiting
to be appeased
to be filled
with something,
anything,
everything.
not nothing.
and so I learn
how to be
a mother,
to feed
hungry mouths
enough,
just enough,
so we can all listen,
talk and eat.
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