mother's gone again as suddenly as ever..."
dull sound, varying now and again
then we began eating corn starch,
chewed wet into sirup. We pilfered
boxes stored away to stiffen
white dress shirt, and my cousin
I played or watched TV, no longer annoyed
the din of never cooling afternoons.
the way home from church one fifth Sunday,
outside my pants, my tie clipped on
wrinkling collar, I found a new small can of snuff,
a chunk inside my cheek, and tripped
the musky sting making my head ache,
me shivers knowing my aunt hid cigarettes
the drawer under her slips,
drawer the middle one on the left.
air is flooded with her. I am a boy again, and my mother
I lie on wet grass, laughing. She startles, turns to
at my side, saying beautiful, and I can see the red
is in them.
she would fall into her thoughts, we'd look for what
her from us.
mother's gone again as suddenly as ever and, seven months
the funeral, I go dancing. I am becoming grateful.