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VALERIE MACEWAN
His Mother's Son			

She too adored her son
but for decades I kept him
sighing and away
until
finally
he acquiesced
and returned to her.
Bitter and confused,
standing alone
with boat and camper,
and worn-out upholstery
because I bargained for the wood.

Fabric holds the smells of the past,
dust motes of memory
filled with animal hair,
cigarette smoke,
yesterdays passionless sex.

Wood contains forest?
and although it becomes
utilitarian, a man-thing,
it keeps forest in its new-sprung form.

Wood remembers forest?
recalling harmony and sunlight
and the feel of summer
aligned with the smell of earth and sky.

Wood uncovers the forgotten forest,
I strip it back to the deep earth place, 
rub it smooth, lay it bare.
Today I fill rooms with oak and walnut.


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KELLY WHITE
Garlic, and a Crucifix			

Your mother's weeping
her favorite cat ran off
and you
've only found the collar

You want to comfort her,
redeem yourself
bring back her love—

she sees you
empty hands
She turns away

you gulp 
that same tiny voice 
in the throat

her forgetting you
she who named you
now calls you nothing

her white bone hands
don't remember your
infant fist

She mutters for her 
Tomcat
Crying, baby, you're weeping

Start the car

Seal up the door of the tomb


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