my mother's breasts
Teresa Dovalpage
When my mother got angry
furious, raging
(or as she said,
be pissed),
had the propensity to free the
housecoat (his Batica)
like when a tree
follows their flowers wilted.
could happen in the middle of the room,
in the room, or
leaving the bathroom where we aseábamos
of cubes. Then he walked
Amazon unpruned
which the house
breasts flapping in the air and grievances. Apart from that
my mother is
(I can assure you)
a woman
recatadísima.
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