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MOTHER'S DAISIES
Mother's daisies do their pushups.
Mother's sun dreams on their backs.
Mother's corpses reach for mangled roots
no living hands may grasp at.
The living soul is slippery,
as it is awkward inside life,
like a fish inside a fishing boat
bashes its brains out on the floorboards
to get back into the water.
On the other side of mother's daisies.
On the other side of mother's mind.
On the night God doesn't show
when she draws her prayer curtain,
she and the white light stir the air,
wait for his understudy to surface,
like a map dissolved in water,
like the boy drowned in the fox,
like feelings for you, I feel them,
I can hear their hollow knocks,
like pushing food against your stomach,
like rubbing sugar on your teeth,
in a pyramid on a plate,
the shape of the Sun
when it gets to sleep,
upon my dread of never,
second only to the dread
of a gathering forever.
I don't want to be alone, she said.
On the other side of mother's daisies.
On the other side of mother's mind.
On the other side of mother's candycane kitchen.
Mayapple apron.
Baby bee bounce on the windowscreen,
I drink a memory from my thumb.
Like a child, concrete and cotton.
Like a child laughing at love.
On the other side of mother's daisies.
On the other side of mother's mind.
It only seems to rain in your room
when the Sun sunshines in mine.
DAS - Kalamazoo, Michigan, USA
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