If I ever become an acclaimed writer,
I’d worry about the interviews
because I don’t know many words.
I don’t speak well.
The interviewer might ask me about motherhood.
I don’t know what I’d say
because I don’t mother well.
I stay in bed until it’s time
for my child to eat and bathe.
I tell them to eat and bathe from my bed.
Doorbell eviction bell baby wipe showers.
Mush inside chrysalis, I hope.
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