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50. Mum

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  1. What do I remember?
  4. Slippery certainty, and the solidly of a suckle on a teat;
  6. a slap to snap my mouth out of the attempt to toy with it,all efforts to draw out milk from mum’s breasts having yielded nil.

    My mum, knowing force-feeding me through a cupped hand could kill,

    yet deciding to see my survival as the battle of gags and coughs.

    The battle of gags and coughs: That is what I remember