HER BEAUTY

Tonight mother laid me
and cozied my seams,
She drank from my belly button.

And I?
Lounged in her great
huge thing
a martinet,
telling her with perfect
discipline
the edges of her area
and what it could cost.

She snuggled
and washed me with
ooze,
she brought me up cold
called my name wrong.
Yet, I wish her all good
without
within.

We worried each other
showed signs of coming apart,

she said she wondered why I
was corroding her entrails,
her hysterical beauty.

I said, "Of course, Mom,
I do those things."

She lit my cigar,
she washed my nuts

She wanted me to know that
I am who I am.