Friday, August 22, 2008

Mother

I remember you.

I remember your freckles and smile
whenever someone tells me,

“I like your freckles.”

You did say good bye before leaving
for good.
Only, I didn’t know it was
for good.

I dream still
of
falling asleep to your song,
under the red light
in the dim room
yellow bedcovers.
dull walls.
linoleum floor.

The bathroom’s faucet
never shut off.
It dripped forever.
and there was a bucket full of wet clothes
you never wrung out to dry.

My cold toes
were tucked,
curled in my knees’ bend
cross legged.
You held me
in your lap
just fine
then.

You are my most
faithless
Lover.

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