Spoonfeeding My Baby

Silver and Glass,
My Baby’s Breast,
Substitute for Skin and Warmth and Closeness,
Substitute for Fear.

Silver and Glass,
Sure, unchanging, routine.
Four sucks per spoonful,
Three seconds in between.

Silver and Glass.
Your Choice.
Your Life.

My Dear Loved Son,
Born with parts asunder,
Whatever is comfortable for you,
I will choose it too.

 

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