I suppose I wonder if he will ever mark his own body
the way he marked mine.
I look down and see him
even when I’m looking at myself.
This is why the good boys get tattoos
that say mom.
I suppose I wonder if he will ever mark his own body
the way he marked mine.
I look down and see him
even when I’m looking at myself.
This is why the good boys get tattoos
that say mom.
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