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The only thing my mother and I have ever had in common MAG
She screamed for a pregnancy test
even though her tubes have been tied
since the day we both almost died
within hospital walls the third time
they opened her stomach to bring new
life to the world;
I was drowning.
You look just like a toddler throwing
a tantrum for a new toy in the aisle
of a grocery store. Who knew a pipe
could control so much of your mind.
You saw the glare of light in our
dog's eyes and called her demon.
You threw your hands out like trying
to reach for fictional rope to pull
yourself out of the ditch you dug
your bones into.
I watch you sink into your bed like
an anchor plummeting toward the
bottom of the ocean. The firefighters
who barged into our home told me not
to cry; “Everything will be all right
as I clutched the green and pink
blanket you knit me during the two
months the doctors kept me inside
an incubator with gloves installed
on the side. I wish to hold your body
in both my palms like you did with my
newborn being the day I was rescued
from your womb. I wish my tears were
strong enough to detoxify your crack-
filled body;
but instead I watch you drown.

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