NaPoWriMo #29

Sunday, April 29, 2018

I Am Strange Here

(after a line by Merwin) 

I am strange here and often as a child
I would find myself walking uphill, for instance, 
and wondering who “I” was—who am 
I          am I me         who is me      
Sound can travel in weird ways—
raccoons trying to break in through 
the roof sound like they’re already in 
the wall   Or say you are a new mother but 
old by then, trying out the breast pump for 
the extra milk the baby would never take 
from a bottle, you could swear the repeated 
sound of the sucking mechanism was talking 
to you, repeating something like your love is 
cold                 your love is cold       you’re
wondering, Is that a Prince line?  Or the devil 
maybe, but right now you are too tired to care

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