Just One More Day and Other Poems By Melaina Williams
Just One More Day Right when I’ve decided I want my nipples back, a lightning bolt charges us together. I draw her close as she soothes her ever-changing gums. She gets only a hint of the milk and honey once flowing from her promised land, her blessed assurance mama is hers. No matter how long her legs grow, how many phonetic letters she learns and fingers she counts, this is where she belongs. My little brother, early adolescent boy, always would find the space to curl up at our mother’s breasts.
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