late night drinking with my mother
is like playing a game of chess
                   --Except she doesn't follow the rules
one would think
if you grow something in/outside of you
love would flourish
                  --Except she doesn't follow the rules
instead her pawns play referee
as the bishop preaches the carnal sins of man
while the rook towers overhead in silent judgment voiced only in shrill, angry cries
backed by a never-can-do-wrong queen of hearts - angry, bloated, red
                                                                                          like her wine
there are no turns
there is no board

just late night drinking with my mother
who plays by no rules