Lion

Balancing on her belly,
a boat of baby fat,

a red truck,
a monkey,
inserted with a
splat.

The gums
and drools
have no fear
or shame,

as with squints of surprise,
she attacks the new textures.

I turn towards my fears,
new textures to my hands.

I hope I can be as lion
as you.

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