Nicole C Esbach


Kitchen Charade

Heavy fisted love did lead me here
To gaze upon my littlest self with stammering fear
Kicking, no screaming (For I am to be seen and not heard)
Eating up all my veggies, like a good dream deferred
We soap up the dishes, the ones intact
Still,
I, in pieces, cower while you make-up fact.

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