mother forgets “church”
and a hush smothers us.
in her brain’s atrium
a processional of tangles
son brother husband father.
Where’s the church and where’s the steeple?
and a hush smothers us.
in her brain’s atrium
a processional of tangles
son brother husband father.
Where’s the church and where’s the steeple?
she wanders empty-eyed
from the basilica to the transept of the cross
all dressed up since 2 AM.
from the basilica to the transept of the cross
all dressed up since 2 AM.
(PANK7)
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