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2 Poems by Barbara Genova

hold the baby

what fixed me nothing what helped, others talking
about it *I was suicidal for years* (no manner
mentioned) *wanted to jump off the car with the
baby in my arms* that’s grim lady but thank you, same and hold the baby


“braccino, t-rex”, shouts the bald boy to the other
one “il braccino” – short arm – it’s when you’re a
miser, avarice, me no give money for goods
and/or services, a steel mind lick unrelated to poverty
braccino, t-rex,
his hand drawn right up to his shoulder
that’s a stump
i hate noise but i like you kids, good one

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