little boys

little boys

sores. bruises.
physical evidence of boy life
my mouth a constant sting.
small heads, covered in soft curls
careen at my face, tuck under my chin.
love and neediness flow unregulated.
i, their safe place, swallow my protests
lick my wound and open my arms again.

this is motherhood in the land of boys.
indelicate. roughly tender. tenderly rough.
future men. barely unbabied.
eager to grow. hungry to savor today.

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