All the Things My Mother Told Me

(like why my father had to die)


A glorious creature
Of strength and vitality
Of youth and fertility
Of wisdom
And stupidity

A pool
A shallow
A deep and thriving ecosystem

Of wisdom

Self-cohesive
Self-sufficient
Self-destructive

Never let them see you sweat
Or cry
Or smoke and drink

Never let them know
You burnt it the first time
You get on
And off
Better on your own

Never let them believe in magical imps that
Do their laundry
Do their cooking
Cleaning
Baby tending
Baby changing

Never let them think…
Just never let them think

Remind them
Players can be traded
Or
You can simply switch teams
(It worked for your aunt)

Ah, matron of my heart
How your foolishness rings in my ears

Like metal against the bars of your cell
Like the telephone carrying your collect call
Like the doorbell on the new house you bought your lawyer

Because the thing you forgot to tell me
The thing you forgot to mention is
Always
Get rid of
The Gun.

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