Even Simple Tools Are Complicated

Sleeping with Mothers always amazed me

Not a good way to be

A connection always form that frays me

Like a towel of absorbancy

The spilled milk of daddys little man or princess

I’m some post-pacifier pasteurizer

Kids staring at me like they gave birth to me or some mess

Spooning feels good but ultimately…its not my drawer..or is but is stuck or unsure

EjcO

11/11

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