I have my little mother-memories
That are blood deep, dream deep
And too luminous and dark and true
I will not recover from you
No mothers get better
We’re all sick and sickening
Our bliss is unspeakable
Blood-joyous, drunk, sore breasted and sleep-sick
We nurse you in somnolent rage
At night: all dark amber, or blue
You shine like stars upon our breast,
And we wink back at you!
The sunrises, in bird-bright dawn we dismally
Make-do and hatefully manage things
We are unforgiveable
A moment, a moment – what makes us mothers
sick, is we cannot get over moments
That we can’t describe
That awe us
That usurp us
That destroy us
We are insane
We are unforgivable
We bleed forever
That are blood deep, dream deep
And too luminous and dark and true
I will not recover from you
No mothers get better
We’re all sick and sickening
Our bliss is unspeakable
Blood-joyous, drunk, sore breasted and sleep-sick
We nurse you in somnolent rage
At night: all dark amber, or blue
You shine like stars upon our breast,
And we wink back at you!
The sunrises, in bird-bright dawn we dismally
Make-do and hatefully manage things
We are unforgiveable
A moment, a moment – what makes us mothers
sick, is we cannot get over moments
That we can’t describe
That awe us
That usurp us
That destroy us
We are insane
We are unforgivable
We bleed forever