I will teach my children to fall asleep to anything.
They will eat apricots on salsa bread
And share their lullaby stories with me.
I will kiss their eyes
with the butterfly mouth of motherhood
and shield them from hip hop reality.
I want to make your children.
They will be lost boys
crossed with sewer turtle vigilantes.
You will never be more proud
than when we teach them to run.
Our kids will run to the moon.
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