mama do:
by Kim Arrington
this is your third jumping
from loom to loom
and your damp fire
seems to keep the air
expecting
if kodak is right
your face was
held together
with sparking
twine and a clammy
laurel of forget-me-nots
if she even retains the berlin wall
any
m
o
o
r
inside your stomach
adjacent to your
heart is where
gunpowder
dozes only
wid /1/ eye
shut
in tiananmen square
square-pupiled with
a tank
gotta know
if
quenching
happen
in the wrecking
crooked-hanged
thunderclaps
or milling impatient
blurry novembers
the white chapel
needs to chop
a memo.
