i’m 66 yrs old + i look just like my mother
the dybbuk that is grief has had his way with me
toes just emerging from his ma maw jaws of life
will be required to extricate the rest of me
who knows when that will be
my quarters are wet-verdigris a hellhound barks
incessantly anchoress of mother-ripping a flowery
moss growing on my extremities
it is dark like the grave in here rank too with the
faint scent of rotting bakedgoods when i emerge
i will require a mani-pedi a will +an undertaker
preferably one who does not charge 12 grand for a
hearsemobile + a candle made from pig tallow it is
in this chamber that i have become a beacon
for lone travellers newly rent of a mother’s hand
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Summer 2023 ..don’t leave me with these people..
songanddancegirl 