The divine mother finally
comes to me
finally speaks
[it has taken me 56 years
to rip the wax out of my ears
I stuffed them with so long ago
I was terrified of hearing her lush
candy tones]:
I want to rub your shoulders
Oh lay down lay your head down on my breast
I want to feed you
I have the food right here
a tunafish sandwich and
a meatball one
and I have roses for you so you will always know
how wonderful you are
my delight, my little cookie
my bright animal
my brave girl
full of fire
and I will spread around you all that you might ever have needed
all you might ever love
Darling
[the smell of perfume around her. Silk scarf
the color of saffron, I can almost smell the spice
coming from her hands and her words
as she speaks
she is intoxicating]
I will never leave you
[please.
I cannot take
your betrayal.]
The mother’s nipple is bright red and her breasts are apple blossoms. The nipple in my mouth is sucky sucky delight I do not need anything more.
This is from my new work in progress, a memoir that is mostly in prose. The book is tentatively titled Jailbreak. You can find additional excerpts here, here, and here.