mama,
the dolls on your dresser stare at me.
their eyes are your eyes
and your eyes are mine,
mama,
I wear the skeleton of the body we buried,
her weeping eyes full of soil,
mama,
where have you gone?
the swamp swallows all..
no sand nor mud
can hold you down
mama,
your stare cooks the ground
bubbling,
a foolish witch's brew..
oh mama,
what have I become?
silent
swamp and mud and bone..
Have you buried me mother,
with your regrets out back?
dear mama,
cook for me one last time..
salty ragweed soup and cat-tail tea,
oh mama,
bury me
under the sand
beside my dead cat
mama,
bury your daughter
bones thin as my sisters,
oh sister,
dear sister,
your song
breathes out,
down in the muck
whispers of blessings,
of bones,
and the earth down below
the sister we buried
and
the skeleton I wear,
yes bury me mama,
lest I steal your air
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 2:36 PM UTC
mama,
the dolls on your dresser stare at me.
their eyes are your eyes
and your eyes are mine,
mama,
I wear the skeleton of the body we buried,
her weeping eyes full of soil,
mama,
where have you gone?
the swamp swallows all..
no sand nor mud
can hold you down
mama,
your stare cooks the ground
bubbling,
a foolish witch's brew..
oh mama,
what have I become?
silent
swamp and mud and bone..
Have you buried me mother,
with your regrets out back?
dear mama,
cook for me one last time..
salty ragweed soup and cat-tail tea,
oh mama,
bury me
under the sand
beside my dead cat
mama,
bury your daughter
bones thin as my sisters,
oh sister,
dear sister,
your song
breathes out,
down in the muck
whispers of blessings,
of bones,
and the earth down below
the sister we buried
and
the skeleton I wear,
yes bury me mama,
lest I steal your air
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