A Mother's Love
Every sting of the belt can be timed with
your shouting. A perverse syncopation musical Crack!
You can feel the displaced air just before- Did you know
that? I read somewhere that a whip breaks the sound
barrier just as it breaks polyester-cotton blend and flesh.
Sweaty fists gripping chain cross-ties, muscles
tighten and strain- I can feel the trickle slow
and meandering lazy rivers of warmth. It should
tickle- squirming against the sensation
I’m sorry Mom! I really am- Be a man! She screams
How would I know how? All of them
Left you
Left us
Left me
The sonic boom hurts my ear more than anything…at
least for now. That and the warm throb of a Mother’s love.
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