Milk

I go to three

It shouldn't be

like this,

It's worrying weird, but

See, 

this is my only way

My only number

The triangle of my,

for lack of better expression,

self. 

I slip back

For a brief,

Sometimes

For a day, when it lasts

It freaks me out,

At least,

At three who am I?

What is anything?

My mother is a chest

Warm with a curly curtain of hair

Dropping over me 

The soft skin, the nice smell

The taste of milk.

The heartbeats

--!-

Glitch

Grow up

Never trust the heartbeats

---

I am but a piece of lamb

Driving through the womb

They are coming to eat me 

alive

with sauce 

and condiments

--!--

I'm no man's meal

I have no mother

No one gave me birth

Nor have I ever been fed

I despise dairy

of any kind or source.