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I met my mother and called her Night
She walked lightly on webbed feet, never
asked why the furniture was covered with cloth
or if I knew about the morphine in my glass.
In dreams, her lynx eyes were mourning
kisses; I opened my mouth to breathe metastasis.
She came languidly, brushed against
my throat, stretched catlike down the esophagus
and devoured all the butterflies in my stomach.
Arlene Ang
She walked lightly on webbed feet, never
asked why the furniture was covered with cloth
or if I knew about the morphine in my glass.
In dreams, her lynx eyes were mourning
kisses; I opened my mouth to breathe metastasis.
She came languidly, brushed against
my throat, stretched catlike down the esophagus
and devoured all the butterflies in my stomach.
Arlene Ang
Tattoo by Santi Ruiz
Copyright © 2008 Arlene Ang (poetry), Santi Ruiz (art). All Rights Reserved.
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