mommy

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Fluttering mass
how my heart falters
beatbeatbeat beatbeat
many pieces drifting
overlapping, brushing
in fragmentation.

Wall-eyed, whispering into
sterling silver stars
forever... Maybe not...
Empty palms propped
on high within these
walnut doorways, waiting.

Mary in the midst of all
this chapel of tape and yarn
as if a candle, could it be?
Enough, in a darkened world
up against a window, pain
and then... An exhalation!

xxxx,
Maude