i’d rather be a hammer than norman
a giant hawk cruised me at the cemetery as i
visited my father Lee i left him a snake + a few
pigs griefstrick + holeyhearted
his bone-mulch rests in holy-ground
my BIG BRO was shovelled under a tree he wasn’t
fond of consecrated land ie., sold many a swamp in
Florida + worried about being urinated on
hawks are death-harbingers
for whom does the bell toll? my 98 yr. old mother?
so ready to travel or me? i who am moving toward
this concept
this death-thing
clinging to pleasure cool mornings +kishka la toni
(from my favourite deli) woe is me this as my mother’s
new caregiver pines for her former patient
so recently deceased
when mother goes missing Mercy’s voice pitiful +
gutwrench shouts Norman Norman Norman! to
which my mother rarely answers
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Summer 2022 ..el covid pasa..🦇
songanddancegirl 