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Mother


1.

Years have passed. She still

does not

call. Rarely will she

call back.

Do things ever feel like they should be different

from what they are?

On occasion.


2.

I used to walk around composing

wishes.


3.

I considered

adjusting

my expectations, obsessions.


At least once before.


4.

Confusing

a smaller peak for the pinnacle, I had stopped climbing

and sat down to eat. Long ago.


Wiping away the perspiration.


5.

The spill: each time

I soak it up

gingerly

without fixing the leak.


6.

Sometimes my dead grandmother's

language

comes to me

in dreams, undecipherable.


7.

Would it have been that terrible

to have known her?


Or would that woman have given

me away, too?



Nieuwpoort, August 16, 1955, 2023

Acrylic and photograph on wood



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