Still Life with
Peeved Madonna

by Adrian Blevins

It’s clear I’m standing on the Isle of Motherdom
given these three children hanging off my arms and feet

weighing the weight of the planet, at least.
The children look like dime-store bric-a-brac


since all that swings will squarely star-sparkle,
but more like missiles in size and expulsion intent.
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