1. At the top of my
lungs I scream at you all,
Babies, I am your
mother!
Love me! Let me in!
Excited by my love,
I shriek and bang at your door:
I love you, let me
in!
What?
You don’t want to?
Then I will slash my
wrists,
And from my wrists
will come ants and tired shopkeepers,
All the things you
ever imagined or dreamed,
Bits of glass and
fear
Will pour from these
important veins:
You’ll see how much
I love you then.
2. A proposition:
If, every day
I deliberately did
things to hurt you,
Would you still love
me?
3. Babies, my
children,
I sit on your
doorstep and scream,
How I love my
children,
How I long to love
them!
Like a scorpion I
would carry you on my back,
My stinger poised,
ready to kill;
Oh, how my babies
would love me then!
Babies, I would bite
off my hands for you,
Like an albatross or
a whale, I would swallow you whole
And keep you safe in
my stomach;
I love you that
much;
Surely that’s worth
something.
4. At the top of my
lungs I scream at you all,
I am bigger and
better than anything you will ever know,
Than anything you
will ever be.
Love me.
Love me now.
5. Babies, let’s not
argue:
I will always win.
Let me in.
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