I.
I promise to always be
big
here by my mother’s warn out
hands she cooks a lot for everyones stomachs and
souls dont ask for pain.
she came like gold mine to sleepy hallow
or troubled teen to therapy
(therapy was a man a lot taller a lot
-more wise?)
this is what love is
it in fact doctrine, God's law.
says she is “not very smart” for faulty
English-she spoke more sweet truth. he-
the poison of too-ripened fruit bleeding from springy beds.

II
“this is what I have created and I thank God”
she saw it good.
his eye always creeping down the nape
of her neck (no one asked for intrusion) she
only wants to love she loves us.
but know that when
his creep is present
we are number two

III
my wrinkly friend you are a
wrinkle in time.
gravity (yours) that still drags
holy gold mine there’s
n o t   m u c h  l e f t
but there’s time and
you (too) will pass.