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3
An infant smile
A gas tickle
The price of milk
It goes up in war
My son is here to teach me
My temperament is genetic
His smile is blind
It dreams a spandrel
Turns opiate in the eyes
He grunts impatient wants
Gas out as soon as
It forms in peace
He coos
It’s what doves do
Though excitable
Observant of moving lips
Attempts utterance
Throws up happy spit
And hunger’s renewed
ALIGHT (2013)
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