Walrus

    <p>Warm, yellow, mote-ridden morning sunlight<br/>
    and a rolling plastic cage.<br/>
    Wooly tendrils snare the wheels<br/>
    causing fits of red-faced infant rage.</p>
    <p>But what is this? A gift from mama?</p>
    <p>A tusky beast with cotton teeth<br/>
    and softly patchwork skin,<br/>
    sewed with time and thread and love<br/>
    from the pages of a magazine.<br/>
    One tusk becomes a surrogate teat<br/>
    and soothes that infant rage,<br/>
    that effect was not listed as a feature<br/>
    upon the glossy page.</p>
    <p>The doorbell ring,<br/>
    a song to sing,<br/>
    before the dong,<br/>
    the ding.<br/>
    I'm left alone<br/>
    with my new sooth,<br/>
    a patchwork handmade thing.</p>

 

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2020.09.08 – 2020.10.15


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