Cigarette butts in mum's 'garden'.
You look so lovely lying in the bath
like Francesca drowning herself and catching it all on film
some distanced tranquil quality
I haven't seen your flesh for some time
(though it is, in parts, my own)
it looked more hospitable than before
Please stay here for a while
don't get out yet please
don't get out yet
I want to sit on the cold tiled floor and talk to you
it's been so many years since I saw you this young
stained with age's wisdom
occasionally I feel guilt that I won't hold you -- but not often
and your body is functioning properly
underwater, under
my vision, I wish it stretched beneath the sun-worn land of your face
but it doesn't
Mother my heels are hot with fear and
you, in your solitude,
have befriended old hot habits
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