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Pristine
Douglas Milliken
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Pristine

Douglas Milliken

   
Sister left a cake for when the hospital set us free. A finely shaped sheet, carroty and sweet. Little zero in the middle where a candle’d been plugged in then removed. Clever sister. Sliced it four ways for the four ways our family now is, and since the new one obviously cannot eat it, I held him under his arms and let him stomp his share to mush. Because there’s more than one way to love some cake. Five days old and already his legs are the pistons he’ll need for running every day of his life. Tell me: is it obscene to kiss the welcome cake off your newborn’s pristine heel? Explain to me how it ain’t a blessing. Great gobs of frosting squishing between his toes.



Douglas W. Milliken is a queer composer, artist, and writer based in Saco, Maine.

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