06 May Fawn Parker
Posted at 11:03h
in Poetry
Love is a Self-Serving Hole, Is It Not
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
Fawn Parker is from Toronto and currently lives in Montreal. Her work has been featured in The Quietus, Cosmonauts Avenue, and Joyland Magazine, and her chapbook Looking Good and Having a Good Time was published by Metatron Press in 2015. She is the managing editor at The Puritan.
