Mother

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mother


as my legs grow longer,

undone are the hems

that covered my knees, my ankles

the tender bones.

time after time, I remember

the soft cloth of the pincushion

with its sandy center.

a bright red tomato

poked,

pierced with pearl-studded pins.

like my heart

held in my hands

offered always.

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