Are You Alone Now?
When She is Horizontal, is She Still Yours?
mother lies with you,
in a diorama which is also a room, which is also a coffin
no, not a coffin, a metal table with metal wheels
mother lies next to you,
she lies there and lies to you,
she tells you she’s breathing
but with bleach in her veins
and her innards in a jar
you know this cannot be true
you sit together, or are you alone now,
are you alone in this room still as ice,
in this place called The Swallows,
this cold place that has nothing to do with flying