I saw your mother
traipsing along
a well known strand of mobile
homes in the protuberant blackness.
Traffic cops and crows kept
trying to hold her hand.
She looked alright.
I would have thought she was an actress.
Or a sociopath.
Something about
the way she was breathing in seemed especially Canadian.
I thought about the phrase "Let's see this out".
I tried to taste the sky inside my mouth.
And minutes later your mother tackled me from behind.
She said: the future will be brighter than it seems.
I put both fists in my mouth, I told her that I knew that line.
I do know that line.
I read it on Match.com in one of my dreams.
I bit down on her forearm.
She dragged me around for a while.
My body went so limp, hers went so tight.
She said "everybody wants a version of Joan Baez."
She wasn't right,
But it felt like she was right.
All around us Plants were having sex.
A Voice in the background said: "You could be next."
The sky was roughly the colour of this song.
I closed my eyes and I became your mom.
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