Erasures For Mother

In the Age of Instant Gratification

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Eons passed
before they learned
my true name

the ocean
studded with morning,
the inside lit up,
looked like
a low secret
eclipsed
by a jet-black rain

Sharp Buddha
stood before
bright and eager
temple,
his mind set
open,
accompanied
by bells

said
no man’s eyes:
sleep was given
before skin,
teeth and gore,
and travel
plain, with
the sun beating
underfoot

she strode along
dreaming
of shimmering cold
castle breath

her tears
grew everything
the old man
wept for

fine milk
eluded
the raging
wall of water
by the window

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the moonlight
felt rubbery
in his bed
 — until there was nothing