Sometimes I want to mix in dog food with your food
saute it in garlic and onion
pour in eggs beaten in milk and cream cheese and voila!
Gourmet dish fit for kings and queens who send cake thieves to the gallows
Just a little, just a bit
to teach you a lesson that
mother does not mean maid,
or mindless machine
She can’t always be the cheerleader cuz
Happy pills wear off
Mother is tired of looking for things that she’s missing,
feeling guilty for getting sick,
that second cocktail,
buying sad coasters that bow their heads in failure
Even now as you read this you think what?!? No!!! Dog food?!? Are you trying to kill me!?
Who do you think you are???
believer of bullshit
buffer of blame,
smeller of stinky underwear,
rememberer of things forgotten,
fixer of fractured walls and furniture
beholder of cliche body art, torn shirts, ripped jeans, the rift between time and space continuum
Mother is also
she cannot always fix what’s broken
Mother is sick of this paradigm we’ve mimed for centuries, her body mimicking mothers before her who grew calloused egos, displaced ids, wallowed in drink and self annihilation thinking
This is okay.