Tagged: mothers

prosperity hangs

prosperity hangs
by a thread, our
fathers and
our mothers’
mothers
tell us so –
we all respond
differently, hanging
on or letting go
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: prosperity

we promised that our

we promised that our
mothers would not call
each other when you or
i die, that we would
just feel it,
long before the
conversations would
not take place.
you have a plan
to haunt my dreams
serenading our george
michael. i promise
not to be prepared,
so that i can be so
unprepared for
at least one thing
.
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for awhile – until

for awhile – until
it was bad form to do so –
they tracked time across

my right palm, as if it were
a new charter, an extension
.
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because my mom knows

the things we inherit

the things we inherit
from our mothers
sometimes arrive
dull, like a distant
reflection that require
polishing. the
very same moment
arrives for everyone –
in front of a hot stove,
looking down into
the swirling
contents – one pinch
or two? chopped
or diced? did she
or didn’t she?

.
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in my mother’s

in my mother’s
household and her
mother’s household
and the household
before her’s and
so forth
, there
was always space
for tea

in between the
task of making
ends meet. time
was measured
loosely on
the buoyancy
of a handful of
leaves, and
bitterness was
left at the
bottom of each
cup long before
we could say
goodnight
.
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