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dress swirling, golden wheat humming on her lips.
2. Ghostly pit pattering behind my eyelids,
are there monsters hiding in the oil slick?
3. My heart is congealed milk jelly,
hear it wobble!
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Mother’s Pantheon

Rebecca Oet

1. My mother sashayed into my room last night,
dress swirling, golden wheat humming on her lips.
2. Ghostly pit pattering behind my eyelids,
are there monsters hiding in the oil slick?
3. My heart is congealed milk jelly,
hear it wobble!