My Mother's Brother, Leaves Poem by James McLain

He pulls my shirt up.
She pushes me back.

My bra.
I feel a sudden coolness.
Sticky warm moistness
on my breast.

I once saw a friend say,
where a man
sucked his wife's breast
so hard
he left nothing for our baby.
I think
he is sucking like your man.

The babies is still kicking.

I hear a door open.
Bra,
peeking out, startling white,
dripping,
it is blinking.

Mother.

It is time.

I am afraid
he will have milk on his lips.

'She was just milking it, ' I say,
Testing the pump.

my Mother's brother, leaves.