Sipping mother’s sweat
Nine months worth of beaches have been reduced,
dissolving, filling, and cooling our modern whatever.
I put my gin back in the icebox, for everything
will be made without anomalies this eccentric summer.
I will show you how to use this toy in exchange for
one thought and the smell of white and tender worry from
your cream cheese thighs. Our baby is still alive and
I can help you with the illness. Just suck the soda
fountains in the stillness of your “motherly” care and
be sure to live the grown up story in the flavored field
of symbols, green fog nights, and Chinese Sunday schools.
Our memories of fresh leaking greens and lit candles
resting in boxes don’t fly up here. Surrounded by clouds,
the only thing I miss is your Labor Day legendary lemonade.
That’s something for the sugar, but says little for the sex.
You’ll find everything you need: Manila, watermelon,
a new television, the greens, findings, and an understanding
of your daughter; the details of her sad flight plan.
This poem originally appeared in The Grave of the Great Alley of Clarity Cats, an anthology of poetry written by Mike Giardina. The complete the anthology is available below:
Table of contents:
- Sun Shine Body
- On arrival in a lot of no civilization and plenty of letters,
- The unable to deliver
- An upwards slanted walk
- A familiar voice
- Those who have a standard way of going
- Left each chapter within us
- Warm smile not found in her cigarette
- To regain his composure for figures
- Food for rejecting his feet
- Even during--even if it during
- Lying on the floor, stretched after stir
- A soldier frames the wall
- A step by boulder
- A train by life station
- I was able to take the old north of town
- Fledgling
- Job
- Bradbury's closet
- A mummy's leggings
- Sipping mother's sweat
- Flash like an individual there
- I realize the skyline while playing catch with mother's death
- Running far away from a city, to return a week later
- Dysmorphexia
- Carried the clock over
- We have been meeting years
- Chocolate Italian princess
- Champion of Years
- "How much longer will I be able to remount the mothproof thrusting..."
- Over as rivers are over