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why do i not pray for my mother?
why do i not pray for my mother? she is the one who does not appear on my list, time after time, when i am running down it giving thanks, asking protection; she does not need them. what would i say? thank you for giving me a mother i used to have; protect her from the vodka bottle she hides behind the armchair in her bedroom, thinking my sister and i have not wizened up since we were nine and eleven, watching her laugh as my father hauled garbage away in the old truck, pulling the bottle from inside the dryer. now when she sits, ostensibly drinking water, i can still hear the heave of its understoked engine. our bones ache, bent from the growth gone on in the cage. eternal children, stunted in her besotted clutches.
why do i not pray for my mother? she is the one who does not appear on my list, time after time, when i am running down it giving thanks, asking protection; she does not need them. what would i say? thank you for giving me a mother i used to have; protect her from the vodka bottle she hides behind the armchair in her bedroom, thinking my sister and i have not wizened up since we were nine and eleven, watching her laugh as my father hauled garbage away in the old truck, pulling the bottle from inside the dryer. now when she sits, ostensibly drinking water, i can still hear the heave of its understoked engine. our bones ache, bent from the growth gone on in the cage. eternal children, stunted in her besotted clutches.