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MJ’s for Offices and Stuff

Poetry & Prose | October 15, 2018

A “nickname”

Mud

Mud

Mud

Say it and build something

Shores with silt and pebbles, and dig deeper

 

When I gather the sticks and the feathers

And swallow them they hurt when they go down

But I am a creature that needs a nest

At night I go back

Do I want to?

I always called her momma

Not mother.  I want to be warm

Crawl in under my ribs and settle

But now I don’t call

 

Please keep shoveling,

Bare hearts in the dirt

Say it

Mud

Mud when I’m begging for something

Fortify my sides

 

Call me

Call me