with submerged
experience: the
painful history
I repeat this time
as the authoritarian
in horror
the flyswatter
and the yardstick
I thought
I could never use
and thank God, haven’t, though
she has a liberty
within the refrigerator
I never imagined
a child could touch

anything more than milk
margarine the occasional
bacon and eggs

“I was saving that
for our supper”

this swelling resentment
within me was my mother’s

nobody else will answer


That’s what Woodpecker said.


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