My mother is like this thing
Always right behind me with a massive haircut
Or floating above my bedroom
In the night with the barking dogs
There is a text message from her that says:
“do u need $$??”
There is a pair of her shoes—
Heels—in my closet
Sometimes when I walk by
I hear them breathe
I am afraid of reincarnation
When my mother dies
Will she come back to watch me
She could be a roach
Eating scum in the bottom of my bathtub
Or a website where I look at porn
And what of her house
The grass in the yard growing forever
Until it consumes the house and burps
Dead grass and engorged bugs gush from my eyes
In a picture on the white wall
My brother calls me and asks how she is
I am annoyed because I was in the zone
Writing a poem about
My mother