I wasn't nice to my mother
My mother was a lonely woman
Daughter of a farmer
who I think I heard
Used to touch kids
Wife of many
Who beat her
Spat on her face and
Tore her soul off her
And she was a mother to me 

Sometime just before
my teens
She made me
a sandwich
to take to school
With a little
too much
Mustard in it

I took a bite
during my lunch break
And the sharp and sickening
tang
of the mustard
Made me sick

I took the sandwich
back home
And shouted at her
Asking why
she would put
so much mustard
in my sandwich

"Is it not nice? I thought you'd like it"
she said
"I like mustard
here
I'll eat it"

I had never seen
someone look so heart broken
Eating what they like