My Mother's friend

she has huge breasts,
her skin is dark like tea my mother makes
she sits with my mother in the kitchen talking crap
they have been there for three hours now
I look through the gap in the door and the frame
She is smoking, her lips kiss the cigarette
She is old enough to be my mother
I wish she was sometimes
I would do everything she asked

I wish she was my mother

poem by Robert Cooper
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