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mother that isn't mine
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lemon scented kitchen
 1
hand painted flower glasses
 2
iced tea with a shot of orange juice
 3
let me collapse in your arms
 4
mother who is not mine
 5
like a brittle vine
 6
that wraps around brick
 7
 
 
I have walked in wet cement
 8
with scrapings and curvatures of delusion
 9
I am chiseled away
 10
corrosive, marshland thoughts
 11
sinking
 12
 
 
your eyes are incandescent
 13
under the soft glow of a middle class kitchen
 14
sizzle of a bug zapper
 15
I am there in its blazing storm
 16
capture me
 17
nest me
 18
cup me in your hands
 19
let me perch from your french manicure
 20

6 May 09

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Interesting poem indeed.
 — JKWeb

cool. line 15 is not really sweet. but cool. i like the beginning the best.
 — unknown

I think the title would work as "Mother Not Mine."

Interesting take on someone else's mom.  I'd change from to on in line 20.  You perch on things, you don't perch from them.  You could make it fly from but not perch from.

Very cute.  I'm left wondering if she is aware that you have a crush.  
 — Isabelle5

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