The recollection officially has me begging

Desperate case of sobbing

A pounding heartache a canary fly over

Mother’s yellow purse and a clutter of things

The skin on my gums are even further beneath

Soothe and propel

Adolescent rebellious furthermore

What’s in question is

The setting aside of bosom play

It’s repeated and I’m defeated.

Cave painting millions maybe.

They told the story.