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WHEN YOU WERE MY MOTHER

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When you were my mother, and mothered me, and told me what to do,

When you stopped your life for me, this was love—all love is, I knew.

They held everyone accountable in the psychology books:

Mother needs to love you, and your father needs to love your mother. Otherwise we become perverts and crooks.

That’s what the world in a dream, did; they put this truth in books.

We knew it was true. Until the sellers came along, with their new and fancy looks.

Mother in the store window. Mother in a bra. What did I see

That I hold dearly to my poetry?

What did I experience, that I hold

Poetry close, seeing normalized perversions sold?

They say to know what it is, look at where it came from, then

It is too late—if you fall in love with a snake, slithering out of its den.

Did she say goodbye to your father? Or, mother, did you say goodbye to me?

This room will be a stream for eternity.

 

 

 

 


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