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On a fair day my mother met me

halfway between her home & mine,

on the street behind the high school.

As I accepted Her sloppy kisses, she said,

"I sent you money for your rent."


We were always indifferent or enraged

whenever we saw each other.


Mom invited me for dinner

tomorrow, it's Thanksgiving,

I forgot.  "I don't think my sister

wants to see me," I said.


Mom replied, "Come late, Jean's leaving early.

There's a woman who wants to meet you,

she's been watching you,

but you never noticed her. "


Waking, I thought, Oh great,

I hope she's not dead, too.



[Originally published in NHS 2004, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs04/Bob_Rixon.html.]