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Parentheticals
once a car called me a bitch through (accursed) horn encrusted mouth human rights (nightmares) occurring on my guard feel their invisible handguns scrape (metaphor) inside my shoulder an (with my son) impression, an (disquiet) inquiry (some laugh at the discomfort
Another High Temper
I learned to imagine that I am a desk lamp Under a capped sky there is specific light My children see me this way despite the evidence Sometimes I ask them, Isn’t it Strange that I am your mother? they