So Long

amy lipman

Baby boy, be my homage to youth
Steadfast as a tree
The radio in my old room between palms and thighs
I planted death just to scatter the seeds
See them spring faster than I could as a wolf

Remember my birthing
Bottle my ashes
I am a mother inside of a spark
I am too young for taming and breaking
Of tombs and bones that I scold in my sleep