KAMAKAZE
HER KAMAKAZE SON
Her eyes are still emerald though nothing else
is remotely the same When young & un-griefed
she was briefly beautiful
But the madness of her mother always hung heavy
especially on hot suburban nights
Her parents visited once in a GIANT BLUE CHEVY
left on our driveway for the Repo-man One year in
her late 20’s she spoke mainly in tongues
Now her son will protect her A natty young man tall+lean
far too sweet for what is coming Carrying her out of urine
soaked beds & singing her to sleep when the moon shines red
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As I Lay Dying William Faulkner 1930
SUMMER 2014
