Mother

sudden rage at
never having one

of those unconditional women
exuding tolerant forbearance.

making something
other than void,

i try

fat arm pillows
sussurate lips

murmuring
okay, okay, okay...

but, i am steel born.
crucible cracked,

in unfamiliar soil,

alien metal
contorts

to endure a woman
too proud to take

trans- atlantic calls.
hovering

need implodes.