Boundless Place
Wednesday, March 1, 2023
foreign
I walk heavy on my feet
cause my legs
are my mother's.
Pale, staunt, sprouts,
covered in convenience
legs, thick.
These bumps I felt before,
the stumble scratch
not my own,
These are my mother's legs,
not my own.
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