The laws of my mom and universe

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My uncle had warned me Not to seed her in the

bed Of laterite, pee and millipede.

Almost every night I hear him, her canopy,

Hurling out mudiyattam, the strain of shingles.

Is it true that a mouthful of water contains about

18* 10^6 molecules that passed through the esophagus

of someone who lived roughly for fifty years?

Four sides it’s bermuda grass. Covering the existence

of my shortcut the trail to the margin free

store is kept non-trodden.

If I forget to skip it then I also forget to look down

Her newlywed kancheevaram leaves the glare

that grows, somewhere in the middle I’m lost.

I hear him, the chill she places on my back as I look

through She wants and doesn’t want things

just like before cigars fall through my manicured

fingers unsucked I don’t turn these days. Nor I open

the door. But matter is I had.

First fruit was an unwanted pregnancy. I do

what seemingly she instructs me to do. Eat.

The distance this supple flesh milk my infancy

These incongruities are not as big as you think. The law of

conservation, decay eat once from her

womb complete the cycle until she gets there

until my head hits the pit.