Aurelia Schober Malley: So I Was

By | 1 December 2010

‘Dearest Mummy’,
loving and reproachful,
a tightened mouth in a
face puckered up and
quivered like a pale

jelly. Your barnacled
umbilicus, the lovers’ fat,
paralyzing red placenta,
that bald, wild knuckle
white moon unloosing

bats and owls, dragging
seas like crimes. An ebony
Mary growing smaller
and smaller until she dis-
appeared; O eely tentacle,

there was never anything between us!

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