The POM
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The POM

POETRY

Genetics

The curses we hand down

Image by 3444753 from Pixabay

Our mother’s breasts have been
gone for years.
Now her belly is swollen,
bloated,
a fish bladder floating,
puffy-dead raccoon on
the shoulder of the road.

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srstowers

srstowers

I’m Sheila, a goat farmer, poet, cat nerd, co-editor of Boomers, Bitches, and Babes