Yes 1
Yes,
go.
I am certain there will be pancakes.
You know the kind,
Big,
white,
fluffy
ones.
That hang on your lips and
Soak
up the syrup.
Because toothpicks
and almonds
are made for each other.
No,
That’s wrong.
The dog is in the park.
Trouble.
Running black.
As if still
here.
I dreamt about him last night.
He came to my bed
and curled up beside me.
Pressed himself so hard
against me,
I woke up warm.
My boy.
My soft boy.
I was a mother once.
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