2014, I had high hopes for you, An even numbered baby And all. 2013 turned into a fat dog Panting, desperate, 2012, and the parties Where I stood around Ghost-like, like glass. I disappeared that year, 1981 all over again. 2014, You were going to be My lover, Bring me heliconias, And fresh guilt Over the bike rides I never took in the park. And maybe a new place For mom and me, It gets crowded in my studio, On my sofa Where she dreams, And tells me stories When she thinks Im not listening. My keyboard clicks, And her rosary incantations, Are one prayer. Hail Mary Full of Grace, In Spanish, The prayer says: May God save you Mary, And in English, It says: The Lord is with thee. Mary needs saving in Spanish. We all do. 2014, You brought a tide, A full moon tide, Of tears for strangers I didnt know I loved, And then loved them More, for the way They loved others. I lit a white candle And stood still. And then you brought The tanks, the tears, the gas, the tears, the gas, And I was still me. The one who tells the truth, Cassandra with words no one wants To know To believe. I thought about Logging in And studying the Vast vast vast Waters For remnants of A missing bird. 2014, Thank you for my legs, The way they move On the clean sidewalks Of New York. Thank you for my eyes That noticed a woman Holding her daughter Knowing, just knowing We dont always get to hold The people we love. Thank you for my keyboard, My madness And the grace-filled ability To make myself laugh. In the beginning, In the beginning, In the beginning. Thank you for the hot and cold and hot and cold. And for my coat. I expect nothing of you now. Come what may, Im here. Come what may, You win. Come what may, I will still be here tomorrow. For Mom, who is as patient as the earth
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 05:47:37 +0000
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