by Susanna Lang

Murmurs a little in his sleep
lips push in
push out
wakes up hungry

Can't be still can't
can't not cry
fist clenched, ankle flexed
jerks his head back, holding
the nipple still in his mouth

____________In New Delhi the price of milk
____________has risen sky high
____________because the god has drunk
____________from the spoon that was offered

-- and as suddenly as he woke
falls asleep.

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