Article: For poetry. (poem)

"Momma I wanted to take you into the uncreated Bee and wasp Dog and cat Man and woman," I wrote and it was false My mother lay in her rose-colored bedroom in her bra and pantyhose her body old and soft and fat as a baby's In the silence the glint of her mirrors I bred a long-legged fly doubled it monstrously let it mime itself on the waters I bred it for poetry I said that her breasts pointed like guns that my father spun around us moony smile empty bed ashes hiding in the closet The thought had been sneaking hunting ...

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