white, will you wake with
me smoothed into your mouth still
round cream reminding you what softness means
wait until I drip, then
are you sorry
will you drink me marrow
dry
am I rich with life, am I filling
who am I supposed to fill
will I be all the sweet my mother ever gave to me
is this all mine to keep, or
will you take from me what you took from your mother, too
will you take from me what you took from your mother, too
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