1
Mother is a place, hidden in breast an aumbry, in the crux a son.
2
You see but look away from my paling flesh,
don’t even graze. I see me too—
unwanted visitor, sinkhole, dark star, vapor.
I believe sometimes believe I must, will you
believe me? Lament for my child, the raw scent,
decay and Lysol, doesn’t rub off.
3
Touch me.
4
My thoughts reverb reverb echoes echoes tsunami
in my mind I mind. Please stop stop it hurts inside.
Inside, voices anvil anvil like a hammer hammering
iron wrought—
the scratch won’t heal.
Every day, metallic and sour I smell fresh blood.
Did I hear the screen door creak? Did I?
5
The prized young warbler
will return Spring’s yellow light
but rare the sighting.
6
I left the door ajar, please come in. Come in.
