Darling
There’ll be no blood
for the work that wasn’t seen
It’s gratitude and a toast in your honor
It’s precious
It’s a snapshot
Men kill for every reason
Only sometimes apologizing later
Umbrella thoughts
Protection needs waterproof boots
And I need you and nothing
If the mother is the enemy
it’s only the prison of the patriarchy
How much love is there without acknowledging she struggles?
She loves as deeply as you could imagine
From the moons we can’t see and back again
But the ladder is long to the farthest moon
and the climb hurts,
her hands are sticky
We could wait forever
Or chose to give it to the bees
And to ourselves
Grieve for your child
Grieve for her child
Where will you be safe?
Darling, are any of these boats safe?
No one has left,
the gallery walls are full
and singing
in my dreams