Poetry & Prose

MJ’s for Offices and Stuff

A “nickname”




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 when I’m begging for something

Fortify my sides


Call me

Call me

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