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LARRY ALWAYS NEEDED OTHERS
Wall paper yellowed by years
of nicotine, curling at corners,
The family photo smeared over
with strawberry jam from the sticky
fingers of the baby man, bent
over retching, “muther…muther.â€Â
He rubs away at the stains, looking
for a face he can curse for making
another like the thing in the frame.
He licks away at the jam, a kiss
his mother never gave him, a taste of
her he never had, nor teet,
He would break it and smash, if only
the red sticky sugar on her face were
not all that is left for him to covet.
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