On your last day
(or Mom’s Birthday)
December 9, 2006
Truth is being kissed by the black lips of innocence and in fact,
it’s the only timely talk that will tell.
And on that day, you will return to a quiet room as a child
secretive and thick, with luck and cooking smells.
Recite your happiest words when she walks into the room
and tells you of your doom.
Remember to study the clouds as they part by the warmth of your sill,
and to take as many dreams with you there, as possible.