songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

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..🖤💔

 

 

 

 

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