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Maria

Poetry Sunday

I know everything and nothing. I am your mother. I am your wife. I do not sleep. I do not eat. I cook. I plan. I carry. My chest is heavy. There is pain in my back. My neck. My stomach. I blow black plumes of smoke. I inhale. I shake free. I drink. I move. I grieve. I stand in snow. I smile. I know everything. I know nothing. I am your mother. I am your wife.