I get all tangled up in your wires, mama my dream had me on my knees there are witnesses, they don’t howl at night they don’t bark their orders are written up on a white board against black hollowness inside your curved body.
uniformed backs with glaring stares whisper behind the ears
the vigilant doctor mutters be cautions - unplugging the system that’s already out of order can cause more damage.
He manipulates the tracking devices hoses you down with sedatives and you - host them in all your crusted creviced cellulite.
Mama, I am not usually angry but this time I am different with you. I hurt because your body is leaving and taking you in a vessel that’s unfamiliar and ugly.
choices are scarce, I lay eggs in the palm of your hand where once I obeyed you but memory seasons change now we both refuse to obey.
The eggs hatch missing you in a whirlwind trying to catch our hurricane history that doesn’t include them tell me, how I should lead the blind.
I look deep in the black mirror your fingered palm, your frail fragile fist still holding me together. I am afraid to miscarry your messages to memorize - mother’s creatures like maggots will not listen too long and will molt and molt and molt and then dismiss.
Inside my muddled walls I had you fixated - on the side that matters most the one I lean on - unburdened from the what if’s and why’s On to the world that once promised us the world.