Daily Archives: January 18, 2015

Infancy Crib

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I’m taken
to the womb
(as they say)
when embalmed
and entoumbed
by that
smile
o
yours.

someone
tells me
they
“come less
threatening
in packages
that resemble your infancy crib”
so I
laugh it off
and I shrug
like it’s nothing
i can really hold
but i know,
it’s really all down to
genetics, thousands of years old.

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