

muddy eyesit's hardly 5:30 & i'm already 8 deepmuddy eyes
opening the next one with my teeth
to the sound of smear the queer in the driveway
& the way you told me you were leaving
& call me later
i'm sleeping.
i can't imagine you any farther
than you are from me already.
oh lolita, your father will come looking for you
with strong brown arms
& south american accent
to take you back to brooklyn
to the smell of urine & babies crying
i would be happy for your escape if this were anything less than love.
lolita, i want to tear the past 5 years apart


putting the semantics backDoes it scare you, Mother to wake up alone in a bed that keeps his imprint no matter how you flip the mattress? Does it scare you, Mother to make holes in new walls with the screw gun he left behind? The photo of his mother, Mother, does it scare you? The steps you climb are not the hills of Medugorje. Skinned knees do not make you a martyr here, Mother & when you repent, it is not the faces of starving children that you see,putting the semantics back
nor is it nuns in bullet-proof vests. It's; white gown, hospital bed, pool membership - all your s
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