LOVE IS A SELF-­SERVING HOLE, IS IT NOT ❋ Fawn Parker

Mama
it all comes down to this she
does a graham contraction
contextualizes
where she’s coming from and where
she’s going pushes another

something cubic from
her cunt, mothers
the object, gathers her babies
riding on her back like
a horse around the room

eating, eating their birthday cake
she refuses to engage
engages when it’s burning she
feels she’s being sabotaged
eating their crumbs off the floor she

reaches to big moon face through the window
milk swell, soft drywater glow she
stamps the flowers and returns to the source
wisp head, piss thug she
washes at midnight, watches her posture
laughing at her blunders

garden feet in the white sheets