Third Wave

When my mother sat at our table
for late hours of statistics homework,

biting the corners of her lips,
I felt prophecy swell without translation,

so I studied, taking comfort in the closest
I could get: my mother brawling—

head down, grinding each equation,
my whole life set in her jaw.


We are one tremendous
field of undulating

waiting till it happens

A Father Encourages

came up for breath only once / came up to speak only once / came up herself only once,