If I cry again
will the world think I'm crazy
or just a bit off?
Once obsessed by clean
I see bottles, diapers, toys
Household sacrifice
Oh dear Amnesia!
The pain you've made me forget...
Shall we have one more?
I'm pumping again
Soon he will be at my breast
Just call me Maisey.
Firmly in my arms
you hunker down, squawk like a bird
Together, we fly.
The Hiccups have you
loud, gutteral, echoing
Nature is unkind
If I must pump
Give me bad t.v. and snacks
I deserve the best
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