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Griffith


     In the parlor I let down
my milk no one else is here
to meddle, to deter my streamer
tucked all over, I tell myself
I am a mammal I tell
myself alone to lunge, so glacial
a let down my whiskey-
ed marriage folds over slowly
spat up half-steps, the dynamic
glories its own puddling as I
let down my milk I let you go
chum, I let myself go