2024. május 17., péntek

Eugenia Leigh: Impossible Questions

I want to know

what my mother stuffed into her purse
the night she left our father
and forgot to take us.

Whether she left her hymnbook
and took a comb. Whether she packed a sandwich and took
the time to spread mustard on both slices of bread.

When my mother returned the next day -- all shaking bones,
heavy hair -- young and gorgeous as ever with Jesus
freshly resurrected on her breath --  I first kissed her.

Then kicked her. For years
I confused the one
for the other.

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