Family night
My mother’s cursing
and swearing take
possession of the heads
in the hall.
The dog and I play
at theater, dancing,
hungry for want of dinner.
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Grown-up nursery rhyme
O mother, O wife,
in the country of Chance I am king
in a velvet cap.
I had a mine and sealed the thing
and save our money in trees,
which cost a song and keep
the children company.
Stabat mater
The mother weeping
on her cross,
the mother who is hungry,
not a bit of meat left
in the house, having
signed things to a thief—
the little mother
is not ashamed
to drink alone.
Aquarium
The dolphin dined
on a sandwich all alone.
I talk with my ma.
Daughter
My mother
buried her child
that she brought
to the temple
and there
I find myself,
though I am
wholly glass.
Plaint
My pain, give me
an ointment, a plaster.
My mother.
The common axe
pierces, singing
between wedding and grave.
Before Orpheus
that moth
and the mess he caused
a citizen of pretense
to my mother and talk
I was born.
Vinegar
after-dinner discourse
about how to stay lit:
the mother talking
to the wine
In hepatica time
It’s cold. Mid-day
and the hepatica flowers are still
only half-open, nodding
on their thin stalks.
My mother tallies them up—
stroke-marks in her notebook.
At the top of a hemlock tree,
a porcupine sleeps in a sunlit
halo of quills.
Mom at 36
While she talks on the phone,
her blue pen seems to have
a life of its own,
makes abstract flowers
& filigree
& Gordian knots
all around the list of birds seen
on her morning walk.
I watch fascinated
as I eat my allotted three
fresh peanut-butter cookies,
each bearing the print of a fork’s
uncomplicated foot.
Tried
"I tried, I really did
it was never enough
but now i don't wish to try anymore
i just wish it would stop"
the mother read out surrounded
by her daughters blood.
Happenings
Fists,
Beating,
My back.
Parent,
Continues,
To attack.
Mother,
Runs,
Away.
Father,
Continues,
The pain.
And then,
It's over,
They smile.
Offer me,