My Mother's Mistake
His vomit in the multicolored rocks,
Half-digested chicken breathing from his mouth
With each word bouncing out of his heaving body.
“What do you mean? What do you mean it’s over?”
Choking on his breath, his tears
He is hunched like the Notre Dame man.
Patting his back,
I wait for the moment to pass.
Mosquitoes buzzing in the yellow porch light,
Moon hanging in the black sky –
Winking down at us with his sly half grin – he knows,
Stars set to sparkle and shine, and
The warm sweet summer air,
Contaminated by the hunchback boy crying.
He had offered me a drink of Jack
With the joint we smoked
Under the stairs of The King Pin
But his chicken was obviously thirsty.
Drunken chicken then drove me home -
On the back of a black crotch rocket -
From a bowling date, a first date after six months
Of sex in the small basement bed
While the spiders watched.
“I was going to marry you.”
Oh no, my dear boy. You were simply
The mistake I made for my mother.
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