Saturday, May 6, 2017

the nice mother.

i am a mother to my son, about thirteen
years of age. i'm holding him across me
and he sobs, he wants a party.
the party is to go back to the way things were before we were born

i want the same
and fill the fridge
with deli meats, cheese and eggs, stuff like that

it's my way of saying i faintly hope you want the same as what i want eternally. get up and
open its door,
it's maybe heaven inside,
where maybe god's patiently waiting.