Fabled Mother

Fabled Mother short poem

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her innocence tumbled out behind her
crumbs on the forest floor
the spent her twenties
sharpening the eyeliner pencil of her soul
scent of sandalwood shade of kohl

the thighs of her jeans were torn out
by effort, not fashion
a criminal kind of parkour
flitting over the top of a barbed wire fence
not quite the right elevation

puppy mills and stockyards
places thick with the stink
of desperation and knowledge
that those captive lifetimes
were measured in confined breaths

so she left a little blood behind
for the detectives to find

what they wanted to impound,
her spirit, say,
her ability to put words and bread
into the mouths of the oppressed
slipped like and oily orange light
near the airport
during the darkest part of night
when the skin on your forehead tightens
to the throb that tells you
you need sleep

so she rarely slept
merely a concession
to biological processes
she never learned to do without

and those beestung lips
went unkissed to the grave
where the worms’ bodies found no savor
just another dead woman
who did everything for someone else

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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