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Poetry | September 2011

Love Talk

By Deborah Bacharach

She’s pushing. She’s doing some business. Someone has a red face. I think she has some work to do. She’s busy. Is she moving her bowels? My guess is a b.m. I heard that one. First it was phtt, then phhhhhttt, right where my hand was. It’s a little soiled. There’s stain, a smudge. It was a big one. That was a good one. We have a blow out. There is shit everywhere. What a mess. She got caca on her sock. Icky on the finger. Her onesie’s dirty. She nailed her kitty shirt. Who’s the super duper pooper? Who’s my poopy girl?

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