Maybe the bulge in my middle
is the cause
of the bulge
of their eyes.
any other time
a miracle
a miracle
six billion miracles
and now one more
immaculate conception.
but they know me
before they know me.
I am young
only a smashed idol.
madonna of the dumps.
trash.
broken the fragile skin
and
my figure splayed and cracked.
the porceline virgin
now is just dust and chips.
I sit now by the river.
and wait
as all mothers have waited.
I am no mother.
nor lover.
nor sister nor friend.
Holy Mother Mary
Mary Magdeleine
unmarried
and mixed up.
not without hope.
Author notes
for all teenage mothers.
although I have not been through it, I have a friend going through it now, and I know it's tough.
Written July 6th, 2006
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