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Raking Concrete
By Annie Knight (Mable)
I don't know why I'm
raking
concrete,
rubbing thighs,
masking screams
with your chest,
forking over
opiate
like lust
Whisky sour
nipple shower
baby suck
Is feminism spread by
actions?
Flapping
gums
just clash and clatter
Disappointing mommies
made food you gobbled
Now you spit
words
for her to mop up
while your voice molds
under my hard feet
Clinging to him,
screaming
while
I pelt you
invariably
with actions
I'm sorry,
I didn't see you there
Just silver
forks and spoons
clinking during lunch rush
It's a work ethic indeed
Do or die?
-Mable
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