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MOTION THOUGHTS
Saturday, September 08, 2007sinking into the sweet lavendarof my mama’s purple pillow it’s the best place in the house to stare at the back of your eyelids the soothing singing of the shower head floats through the closed door next door i know mama is inside preparing for her favorite part of the day, almost time to sleep, to prepare her body and soul for the chore of tomorrow’s striking resemblance to today my mother loves her bath time “kill me kill me kill me kill me” loud, tinkling voice bounces off the white tiles it’s true that i can’t help but smile “I LOVE YOU I HATE YOU I LOVE YOU I HATE YOU” it’s true, i always knew the faucet turns, the water stops i lift a heavy body from bed steam rushes through the opening door but just before my glasses fog i glimpse the mirror, my own face flinching in surprise, next to my mother’s, warm and washed and well i am her distorted echo, broke up and kicking back same thoughts “i’m goinna bed” she gives herself to the sheets, the comfort or the night i flip the light Labels: family, mother, poetry, sleep, water, writing
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