My Third Time

70 pounds


You said it would be easy as slipping.
Into a warm bath. As falling asleep.
To the rocking of my father’s truck down.
The holler, the only thing that made me.
Stop crying as a baby. You said not.
Eating would help. Me or them, you never.

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