If your mom died bald
When you were six
or disappeared barred
when you were eight
Or you never knew
Your mom.
If your sister
Rushed you past
The scene of your mom
And the blood,
Down the fire escape
And to the neighbors.
If your dad did a 360,
On Ventura Highway
And your mom pretended
Everything was Jack Daniels fine.
And if there’s no card
For what love is to you
This Mother’s Day,
We can be each other’s mother.
I love you, friend.
