Poetry

< 1 We were capable of joy

< 1 The dream must end

< 1 We wake without an alarm

< 1 Chores left, beds unmade.

< 1 Given the rate of change, I deserve a rewind,

< 1 gree-ee-ee-ee-ee-een stiletto-slim pins,

2 MINToday was brutal.

< 1 In the two-room, graduate-school apartment,

< 1 Finally, after twenty-some years, I return

< 1 here I sit, abandoned

< 1 I don’t regret you but

< 1 At your first bleating cry I became what I am, A Mother.