My Mother's Brother, Leaves
J
James McLain
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He pulls my shirt up.
She pushes me back.
My bra.
I feel a sudden coolness.
Sticky warm moistness
on my breast.
I once saw a friend say,
where a man
sucked his wife's breast
so hard
he left nothing for our baby.
I think
he is sucking like your man.
The babies is still kicking.
I hear a door open.
Bra,
peeking out, startling white,
dripping,
it is blinking.
Mother.
It is time.
I am afraid
he will have milk on his lips.
'She was just milking it, ' I say,
Testing the pump.
my Mother's brother, leaves.
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