Best Matriarchs Poems

Grandma’s ghost has taken up
knitting rattlesnakes in the drapes. 
They hiss when someone lies.

Now, my mother only speaks
in noodle metaphors.
I ask her how she is, and she replies,
al dente, then goes back
to stirring the aquarium water
she'll later take a bath in.

My sister gives birth 
to...

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