two episodes


Death had left its baby in
my mother’s breast; the doctors came to have it out and
save the rest. Accumulated knowledge
brought the fortress of The Heartless West
to bear against her
body on a table ringed by
internists. thirty years before 

on the fold-out couch on her boyfriend’s porch
she found herself like this laid out, smiling in
the center of a mildly-worried crowd of friends, but
disco fatigue and daiquiris were
fingered as
the culprits then.  

In truth it was a troubling child, both times, just
settling in.