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Syntax Issue 10
Denver Syntax
{pumping breast milk at work}
  tammy f. brewer



The machine says you're cold you're cold
you're cold.
If only it were as simple as making hot

chocolate in the break room -- just add water
and watch him grow. Some babies are born

from the belly of a tree. Strong and stout
the way a mother must return to work

full of splinters and growing pains.
Her breasts are uneven. Her breasts

are like spokes radiating from the center
of a bicycle wheel. The art of balancing

on one leg with a bucket of water.
This is how a tree is nourished:

from roots to leaves. Milk spills
onto a table, leaves a ring of white

around the lip. A baby latches on
to his mother's nipple. Behind a closed door

a tree falls in the forest. The machine says
don't do it, don't do it, don't

do it.
Does anyone hear?