Never had I
felt so dizzy,
Your baby
reached for my dradled life,
Lay his
unborn hand on my smoked edges,
And I saw
his face; predicted,
For a
moment, saw his unrelated grace,
‘He’s just
a baby’, I said,
‘What’s he
doing…smiling at me?’
Charmed,
looking up
To see you
lean over and take him
In your
long-forgotten arms,
Never had I
felt so dizzy,
He wasn’t
looking at me,
Just
looking at where I was standing,
And you
couldn’t see me,
You weren’t
even there,
And neither
was your child,
Just me and
the dealer and a kitchen at night,
And never
had I felt so dizzy
As to lie down
and try to cry
And wash my
eyes of those visions
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