FEEDER ROOT

I shop for baby dolls for you
mom friends advise on plushness 
plastic heads are good/ squish heads kill the vibe
a stroller is also good
anything a grown woman
hobbling home might resent
the baby mother covets 
this whole instinctual system 
catch the minnow in your mittens
the rumble between the highway and the picnic
the high pitch that makes the low pitch true?
lunging backwards, forwards, feet fill in the shift
kidney beans the weight of crazy crazy
crazy heartbreak 
creased sole creased cheek
wet silk dried in a bundle with
basement folded in
there’s a movie about a woman 
she’s always nude and tangled 
and drenched in waterfall 
but don’t say the word wild 
its implication already kills the vibe 
too much silver in the saloon script
try to lullaby backwards slow instead 
sorrowful not scary
dissonant not disembodied
make it the real, realest sound 
the realist baby
is she soft? yes
call your babies back
this one is pink her hat secure
she will live in my car and then in your floor bed 
we will check her vitals and lose and find her 
and kiss her and kiss each other
and our own warm
paws patting 
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