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Parker Sera


eponychium / train as mother / lake as mother / trying to sleep on amtrak
 
My body 
tucked up like a new calf 
rumbles into the night 
 
My light bones folded 
onto themselves I’m 
borne forward 
 
When I get there 
the air will be sweet 
as alfalfa, my breath 
will crystallize onto my new eyelashes, 
I will see the world 
 
I will not hurt my mother
any more than I have to 
 
When it’s time to stand up I will 
only wobble
a little in the cold air 
 
First day 
 
A winter 
bath in the biggest lake 
 
Wave hi
Hi mom

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