1.12.20

The Mother Conditions

 --
(though you wound me up & set me off
I cannot blame you anymore
for a life that runs in circles--
dancing away to avoid an exit 
that opens on the edge of a cliff
I've been skirting in dreams for so long)

Love turned up broken by rules
--unrecognized in its naming.
Was it hatched into this world
or carved out of mud cakes & rhyme?

How many origin stories
betray fulfillment with a kiss?

Each & every knocking vessel--
ship or bottle, spilling drink
shattered dishes, rolling plates--
builds a ritual continuity
out of each rejecting break
--