you don't remember (how can you not remember)
this is how a mother speaks
memory, speak
your eyes are lit in 16 year neuron firework
i am reaching toward a
nursing infant
the door slams so closely against my face
i feel it's soft sob and shake
California
the great cry of your unknown heart
pouring in drywall
in staccato
the Mormons at the door assure me
God will protect
God
all night the living room we hold hands, look
toward your room
the tv
silent, the perfect Poltergiest
a vortex in the place of
our faces
my worst fears live inside the couch
they eat our sweat
like candy.
m.m.e
Friday, September 3, 2010
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