Dedication

This is For the bad mother in me I love
wanting to be kept. For
the Bad mother I love—wanting

(My mother said)

If you plan to run away, let me know and I’ll pack you a lunch,
if you want to run away, let me know and I’ll pack your bag.
Just be sure
to send us a postcard.
Just be sure to let me know.

The lunch Bag is loaded. With coming from home that is her
carried into the world. That you are Returning to. Regarded.
And what is spoken in the lunch packed and eaten,
rejected or thrown away, every day a mother is supposed
to allow the time to keep nothing of.

Nothing of what you are
returning
to loved.
Nothing of what you are returning.

A mother is supposed to allow the time to keep nothing of her
Gift. no return returned. Mother made—made mother—
no more days off from the world.
Designed against time.
To be saved Someone is of you on you
with you you are for.
Warned.

A mother is supposed to allow the time
a mother is supposed to allow the time to keep
a mother is supposed to allow the time to keep nothing
a mother is supposed to allow the time to keep nothing of her
a mother is supposed to allow the time to keep nothing of her gift

She was nurturing, and violent. She wanted.

The lunch Bag is loaded. With coming from her.

Zofia Burr