She was born a piddling
little thing. Her parents’ massy
faces looked down on her
without drifting
like the amniotic fluid
that once cupped her,
buoyed her in her mother’s
strict uterine walls.
She could feel the salt of
their fingertips when they
touched her, sucking up
the moisture from the sac
that followed her afterward,
dejectedly cleaned up
and thrown
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