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from bread crusts to galaxies
i don’t like how the crust of bread tastes in my mouth
so you’ll always eat it for me
and watch me draw scribbles of galaxies while you chew.
i don’t like how people watch me draw but i let you
after all, you created the galaxy where i get to draw and
you get to eat the crust of my bread.
my saturn is missing a ring, so you toss the ring of bread crust
to the saturn of my galaxy.
as saturn keeps on spinning and galaxies keep on colliding,
ours never seem to do.
sometimes i wish they could collide, especially when
the swirls of galaxies at our fingertips touch
when you draw circles around my tired fingers after i draw.
sometimes i wish i could learn to eat my own bread crust.
but for now,
i’ll just keep on drawing
and drawing galaxies.
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this poem is on the unspoken connection (and disconnection) with my mother