How she loves

Just a hundred heartbeats after his birth,
he lies on his mother’s skin.

He is wet with newness.
They warm each other.

His mother has already 
forgotten the pain.

One day his mother
will not even remember
forgetting the pain.

She will forget a lot of pain.

Forgetting pain
is how she loves.


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