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This morning as I gave the ivy
a half-turn on the sill
so that none of the limbs
might falter, light-starved,
I remembered the other agony,
the aching turn toward the source,
each time I lie down
in bed with my mother
and try to touch her--
She's home from the ward. I've come back to her
just ripened, the first seeds
bursting from the stalk of me
as I lift the blanket and
gently
curve my form to hers. She's lying on her side.
I touch just her arm
--If only I'd thumbed the arc of the eyelashes,
if I had lightly grazed the down of her thigh,
even ah the sweet juncture of my mother's members--
She has so lately come from Death. Like the good child she
swallowed His pills, let Him feel a breast. How else
shall I win her
back to this world? How
but through my kisses on her calves and wrists, each
motion of kiss forgiving a slap or a rending,
have I ever woken my mother back into her body?
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Book Description Condition: Used - Very Good. 2002. Paperback. Pap. Slight shelf wear. Very Good. Seller Inventory # SIN0006497