Morning Song

• Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
• Your bald cry, Took its place among the elements.
• New statue, In a drafty museum, your nakedness. Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
• Im no more your mother.
• One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow heavy and floral. In my Victorian nightgown.
• The clear vowels rise like balloons.