Settling settling settling deep inside finding my Mother the Bosom of my Mother and resting in the tender caress of my cheek Wrinkling my nose at the fetid waters of the swamp… visiting in my small wooden rowboat gathering the reptiles letting my hand run over...
Be prepared For him to try to poke your eyes out And smear his own shit across your cheek Just hold him close against your chest, even as he squirms And kiss him tenderly, on the forehead covered with oozing sores Do not let her Punch her rodent-eyed brother or Pull...
