Me & Mama

Me & mama up in the tree house

I creep around the corner to spy on her crying

One of us quiet as a mouse, the other sad and delirious with longing and lostness

What ill trouble we bring each other

I creep outside around back to build a nest

For the baby birds and me to start a new family

Someone among us, oh mama, remembers death too often

The other, who likes to play in the trees, knows only ‘now I feel’, ‘this I need’ and ‘here I am’

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