YOUR MOTHER IS NOT HERE
The balm of certain oils stings - it makes
a pressure on the skin, like peppermint or
pepper. A few days use in a row, a red-stain
circlet grows. Your mother is not here.
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Like saints, we have washed the walls and
cabinets in this dastardly house of ill-repute.
Lemon-oils, scenting, throw their nose-flame
outward - in front of us wherever we walk.
Your mother is not here.
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I have filled this second closet now with nothing
at all but books : I've got hard-covers from 1970,
and old Pocket Books, paperbound, from 1965.
I have no idea what I'm going to do : why would
the loss of books mean a thing to a dead-man's hand?
Your mother is not here.
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Let the water run. Plug the coffee-thing in. Make
sure the red light is on. Check that the pilot-flames
are glowing. Double check the refrigerator light.
How is it you know it's off? Your mother is not here.
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