i. mother Your mother misses you Sweet, cattle-fed skykisser Strong was the quietus Sharp, suffer-filled sentience Viscous, injured quanta Melt me in cruel spring Soothing cool, coffin sloth How you rust and rot Our momentos are Glorious daggers dipped in grievous ecstasy I am afraid To smile without you I am ashamed To laugh with your wraith Surely, this must be a lie I remind the same heavenly phases Happy holiday tapes I cannot erase I wish I could be more present for your sister But I am too consumed Relishing what is no more
ii. lover When you left it was death I could have been an excellent mother to your children I would have shown them love too vast to be fathomed But you cut your heart out for work And crafted a crude Kevlar And though it shielded you from panic It leached your exuberance Hollow-hearted is not synonymous with resolve Where is the boy of triumphant laughter Sure, you wear his flannel collars Sure, you wear his pleasant face But you don't wear His character on your person And I know I can be hyperbolic I know I can twist the truth To yield a quasi-Homeric narrative But with regards to our departure I am innocent of such exaggerations O! How I year for those weekend mornings With well-rested tiredness We'd fall into our wholesome cove Beneath silk sheets Our bodies gliding with ease Dancing on blue yarn quilts Brief, fractured articulations Would allow us to bask in communal absurdity You were my world And with a meager half-smile You would provide me with Impenetrable armor And brilliant esteem Until one morning You vanished And in your place A frigid anchorite Rendering me Untouched