Fo Mom, For Us

I like to look at the mountains.

And imagine the clouds are smoke from happy campers hidden in their folds.

I like to imagine it’s lakes and ponds are mirrors,

Where I look more like my mom everyday.

Her jaw, her smile, her spreading lips and simple way of speaking.

I hate it.

How much I want to scrub your genes off my nose and my mouth and the way I beg for love.

Inheritance of useless self medication and chasing after dogs.

The losing kind of dogs.

I hate my face because I miss you mom.

I miss you mom.

I followed a mom. And daughter.

Giggling in matching genes, holding hands and loving.

I followed them through the aisles and wished it were us.

Holding hands in ghost heaven.

You haunt my dreams so I cannot sleep.

Happy Mother’s Day.

I miss you.