Thursday, March 02, 2006

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.

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