”INHERITANCE”

You wish you could’ve met my mother
So do I
For only you could ever make Spaghetti Bolognase
like she could
Sat in the freezer
in a Tupperware coffins
my mothers food lay
with cooking instructions
for each day the hospital rang
to tell her
the operation was no longer delayed

You wish you could’ve met my mother
In many ways you did
every morning
every day
every time
I see you
I see her in you.

07-12-99

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