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POETRY
Rocking Myself To Sleep
All the people I have been
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I was married very young.
I was the mother and the child
at the same time.
I was the baby who rocked herself to sleep.
The mother who needed feeding.
The child who screamed
and cried at night.
I was a shape-shifter
in black leathers
and pink dresses.
I danced on tabletops.
I fixed cars.
I had sex.
I had babies.
I can’t remember
the electricity, the ache
of falling in love.
But I remember love—
the kind that changes diapers,
the kind that holds a dying spouse.
My children grew.
I grew.
We grew apart,
like they were never mine to keep.
Love passed,
love moved away.
I see it across mountains,
and widening rivers.
