Milkmaid


 

What we can’t see-

The system self-investigating.

 

Every fucking day.

 

I had a happy childhood,

I kept telling me.

 

Play and repeat.

 

You don’t miss what you’ve never had,

unless you learn what you never had.

 

Retrospective loneliness,

Unconsciousness rising.

 

Only child, I knew-

but not this,

this

 

Sisterlessness.

 

Yet here you are:

rewriting, rewiring me

 

No more unhugging.

No more force-fed lies.

 

The thin gruel of yesterday

nourished by the full-fat milk of your love.

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