H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g
N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n
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.]