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a poem by Sophie Lewis

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Mutterweh

by Sophie Lewis

When the sun shines like pineapple juice or urine-free disease
(I have no energy to unmuddle these)
Shall I stick these coloured fingers in and draw conclusions?
I cannot dip into the ocean
because the ocean, meaning me-
yet my mother's anguish clouds it,
and not the things I see.

Notes:

ache of the mother

Posted: 2nd May 2008
Words: 51
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