because I could not deflect
longer I handed
myself to the wind;
spaghetti spiders suspended
in blacked air
spin backwards as
parried mumbles mix like
peach cobbler on concrete
in the catching of blood
& buttercream pipes
around edges as the mattress coils
find a home in my ribcage.

ginger kisses knuckle,
arousing pain
as muted wine
the shore.

years pass kidney stones
and the sun clears;

the moon out,
the stage set,
mama is no more.

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