Dawnell Harrison… Kleptomaniac



Light drops from my side

with a new girl screaming

into the silent, rose-filled air.

She loves my face and

her father’s soft embrace.

The baby is a kleptomaniac.

She has stolen my placenta

and sucks my sagging breasts

like a hungry lion.

She cries like a girl as mad as bats

and steals my hearing and sanity.

My stomach still bulges and

my thighs are as thick as tree stumps –

the baby girl shows me she breathes

softly and has no responsibility.

She is a little God.


Copyright © 2015 by Dawnell Harrison






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