There is a closeness between my mother and sister
I witness with a rattled yearn and weep the night
To quiet the starved adolescent craving is to
loosen a flat sheet in memory.
It is the way they yield into each others
karmic space, twirling between the generations
enacting a replay of womb time
enacting a replay of my time as if without womb.
I try to catch Mommas' gaze for a resurrection
ignored tantrums fail to incite, fail beyond the shadow
pieces of us and I struggle to phantom myself toward
be a big girl for Momma. be a big ghost for Momma.
The living room mantel testifies an evolution
a preferred pictorial proliferation
Sister's immigration and the end of the first act
swept inside photo albums couched just outside of important.
But I hang next, hold pleading hands cupped
meander over and over an requited prayer.
Sharp intuition begs for mercy but I wait for Momma
wait but never want, wait but never forgive why
a couplet instead of a holy hallowed trinity
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