Showing posts with label poem 31. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 31. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

“LIFE IS SHORT. THANK YOU ANCESTORS.”



You know what I’d kill for?
A primitive Italian Madonna and Child.

In the meantime, I made my own:

2 gold leaf arches to frame my mother (dead)
and my daughter (bad girl)

2 strong women framing
me (little mouse)
between them – 

Where do you come from?

Worried people. The land.

Where do you want to go?

Pink potatoes. Apple core under
the driver’s seat.

Somewhere safe
where they will have me.