Don’t Leave me
Or my tremulous placenta
Feeding fevers I cannot draw

Mother
Open your hands
Stop crying
To lever the hurt
Drown your papery fate

Believe me
He is not a smile
His tongue has ashed you

Dressing your house stones
Irretrievable you have become
I am vacant without you
Terrified of your unraveling choice

Your merciless will
Disappoints me
But tonight they annihilate me

Foreseeing the color of your sleep
Is my fate Mother
You are my red material
The sea current of my veins

I am your parent
Your daughter
Your posturing friend

Has grief not kissed you plenty
I remember you gutsy
I remember your identity

I will launder your lips with no departure
Praise your face with health
With instruments of clarity

Reversing indecision for your dormant soul
From my fist to your fingers
Mother you are loved

Listen to the far sea in my ear
Lay your head there with us under the spumy bloom of our story