i_was_not_breast_fed
cr0wl
open
your
mouth
let
your
high
-pitched innocence
send
shockwaves
through
our
attention
rapt
we
are
by
your
ragged
youth
your
ability
to
plunder
time
gentle
baby
desire
the
sincerity
of
the
written
word
suck
down
the
wisdom
of
the
personal
message
you
have
indisputably
heard
feel
your
mother's
warmth
your
father's
fire
the
softness
of
her
hand
the
fearlessness
of
his
voice
grow
roots
show
how
to
anchor
and
sustain
strong
bones
on
solid
ground
can
bend
and
stretch
and
reach
for
the
sky
stand
on
tippy
-toe
way
up
high
100121
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from