JC’s new piece for Mother’s Day, 2018

We lose our mothers

Not on street corners

or in parks or grocery stores

though we may be mislaid

 

Today, I wear a dead-woman’s coat

Not my mother’s

Hers were too large

 

I lost myself in their embrace

as I combed through her clothes

their old-woman scent still strong on

what she wore until she couldn’t stand to dress

 

I pushed deeper into that closet, touched

garments she chose in middle age to flatter

her long legs, to hide her extra layers

Then Channel No. 5™assaulted me

 

I rushed outside

onto the balcony that

overlooks the city

 

breathed in that view

just as she did

until she could not

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