Everyday
Everyday: Draft 4
My mother in the kitchen saying
child you need a sandwich and me
saying yes mama, yes ma’am.
Early on she was saying she didn’t know
whether santa clause was or not, was the only one
could get the burned black rice out of the pot. Earlier
on she was in the car singing; how her children
are not her children, or the baby that went
down the drain, reached her big hand
into the way back to pinch a child’s knee for the sqealing
whines that follows after. How her quick, smart fingers can fly
needles cross half a sock in the dark of the theatre!
She is a perfect woman to me and
I think it’s a good thing cause’ people keep saying
in this godless place it’s our parents
who have become our gods. Sinful,
imperfect humans that they are.
My mother in the kitchen saying
child you need a sandwich and me
saying yes mama, yes ma’am.
Early on she was saying she didn’t know
whether santa clause was or not, was the only one
could get the burned black rice out of the pot. Earlier
on she was in the car singing; how her children
are not her children, or the baby that went
down the drain, reached her big hand
into the way back to pinch a child’s knee for the sqealing
whines that follows after. How her quick, smart fingers can fly
needles cross half a sock in the dark of the theatre!
She is a perfect woman to me and
I think it’s a good thing cause’ people keep saying
in this godless place it’s our parents
who have become our gods. Sinful,
imperfect humans that they are.