mothership
who remembers the first nosefull of earth in Spring?
musty moist feral fecal? as a child also feral/fecal
on the edge of our ravine
ready to plunge into forestnettles with neighbourhood
hellhounds on my tail one murdered his mother 103
slashwounds Jerry can you hear me?
my own mothership now a blinking MOM 💥 on a keychain
a lasting essence also of early Spring her April 4th arrival
conjured annual birthday blizzards
and a wicked nor’easter for her burial we shivered+froze as
mother blew snow into our faces i told you i was going to die!
now the indignant ice-queen
(a brother at the crypt)
mother a conundrum of
gentle/fierce
innocent/streetsmart
especially re:
pickpockets+perverts
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Winter 2024 ..RIP Frids..🖤💔
songanddancegirl 