
Oh Mama…
I have transgressed.
But I know, you throw as much
life into each beach
as death.
The intertidal zone
simply smells of you.
So where are we?
This silliness that surrounds—
nothing but a distraction
from your cues.
Where are we?
and why do we
decimate the very
breast we suckle from?
Oh Mama, if only
I knew how
to draw this next breath,
and not offend you.