a pohm for hohm

[Steve]

mother
i would have made a grand omelette-
a fetalface quietsmilin red
could have fed poor michael
for one more day-

mother
could have hung me from the ceiling-
watched me grow vinelimbs sunreachin
sat beneath me drinkin for drunk
plastic goblets in workwary hands-
but instead my plate was full of placenta
inworld where there's no 'understand'.

how many nights were interupted-
tears fallin strollin down your avenues(
you slept in a sea for a week?

pillow kelp

so you thought you were a mermaid with air dried shellednipples
your man was a seagull who cracked them, typical(
after you left your blanketburden in the arms of the agent?

roadsidesleepin,
gravelpathsteppin,
i fill a walnut and my
hunger
is lost.

mother
i would have made a grand omelette.