on the last day of my mother's life
on the last day of my mother's life
she pulled me down near her mouth
and whispered I was a Goddess
on the last day of my mother's life
her friends sang songs to her and brought
flowers from their gardens
and vegetables even
so that somehow she might
eat and be healed
on the last day of my mother's life
when the tubes went dry
and the bills came in
and she knew that her home
and her garden would be owned forever by some bank
on that day, me a tiny goddess in the making,
wished my mother, Goddess or not, had health insurance
on the last day of my mother's life I chose not to be tiny
I chose to be Kali with the sharp knife
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