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EARTH DAY 2020 (in loving memory of June Jordan)


mama

I woke up feeling

your shape lodged firmly

in the narrow

opening between my ribs

heavy weight lifting

my bowels bow down

to meet my feet

planted firmly inside your muddy-

mama

I try to cry

to scream

to carry that-

Mama

to fucking

KEEP CALM

and not to forget

-to be grateful

-to cherish

-to love

Oh mama

how i long for the embrace of-

stranger things have happened

Is what I would like to tell myself

painting lemons on my wall

I wonder how

I wonder why

I (lemon) drop

my vanilla ice cream

into a glass of Fanta Sprite

watching it explode

I find Serenity

in motion

- a smile

carved in caves of

Serendipity revisited-

mama

mama

do you hear me

licking slimy yellow

lemon

gooey

dripping of my tongue

tonsils greeting the ground

you walk on

Your sister Mary

stands in the doorway

the last ray of

hope hovers on her

earlobe

before the darkness

calls me night

Mother Mary

my hands seeks

silent

laughter on the ground

a drip

drop of-

mama

MAMA

ma

ma

I hear no canon

Balls, just lemons falling

a friend told me

that this reminds him of the war,

bombs dropping

veins throbbing

megascreens directly aiming at your

greens

grins

grinning

fletching my teeth

flexing your-

mama

I wanna hug my _____

I wanna squeeze the

last bit of ____ juice

outta ya

I lemon

Drip

Drop

I wanna dance around

your axis

spinning lemon

Drip

Drop

adorning abs with

applepie seeds

baked in your moist

hot

opening

pulsing

purple

light through the slit of-

oh mama

I can’t look away

from your sweet

juicy-

MAMA

I’m trying to at least, at last

make it a ____ day

not a scattered film of

patchworked sepia prints

that I found in my drawer the other ____

hard to say who or what or

when those memories

attach to-

mama

sticky icky

solitude

and to even say

“I Am Alone.”

when you are

always

already

asleep

waiting at my crib

to tuck me in

and sing me lullabies or lorelai’s

of luscious lemon

Löwenzahn

Mama

I think of you

when I disinfect the shiny

plastic

I bought in the

storm

three moons from now

the reflection of the

lemon peel

reminds me of your mouth

wide open

greeting me with

big white grids of

Backenzähne mit

Weltschmerz

Mama

your blue skies

ask me to be

“at home

in space”

restlessly pacing

between the lemons on

my wall

Your wall

I hear Mary laugh in the other room

her spirit gliding

from house to house

permeable

permanent

a pergament of patience

please

hold the line

the number you have called

is currently in another conversation

please hold the

mama

Mama

MAMA

echoes linger on the

line

that splits

lips

slides

lights

sips

tits and tea

for breakfast

lunch

and dinner

mama

please

Mama

Please

MAMA

PLEASE

hold the

lemon

lime.


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