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
she wanders through the basilica
to the transept of a cross
all dressed up since 2 AM
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 through the basilica
to the transept of a cross
all dressed up since 2 AM
I like the painting!
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