recycled thoughts and speeches artificially bland ~
alone and free no longer longing to feel secure ~
the breath of baby sleeping reassured ~
drop off jealous of the moms who say hello ~
not embarrassed… warming my cheeks by the fire ~
unwelcome dawn intermittently alarmed by passing time ~
puffed-up feathered breast a blue/black prayer to be the most admired ~
each perfect sphere of air clutching the glass untroubled ~
flock of judges the truth is always inadequate ~
he doesn’t remember I haven’t called out of touch, out of mind ~
