Tribute (Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays)
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She often let the air fill With graying leeks

The flies about the tomatoes Many flies she never would mind

Like up a cow's nose And cows would never never would mind

I thought she was crazy Singing tunelessly

By the green horses by the field We would pick cherries and strawberries

God was it green Was there ever so much sun

And the strawberries were obscene And too small for an American girl

And I could not taste that sugar anyways Because it was not America

No land of misshapen things and berries like ventricles No land of largesse

Here she was once gored In the desert of her throat by a dam

And there she was In the hospital dodging death as always

And she could not care Because we are speaking of my mother, because she is my mother

And before her another woman Once I felt her large hand

I thought we were in an orchard Before I spoke about fruit and the soft

And the sweet and the theft But this was walking down a path

The orchard is really not about the apples I imagined it was like church

Why couldn't Christ have been an apple? Now there's no body to remember

I probably saw the corpse I would have to ask my mother for her name

She was not a remarkable woman She was only family

Somewhere in the orchard was a fertility clinic Where they froze my child sperm

It was in the contract A cold chair and awful music

After the nurse came in She kept looking at the back of my phone

There was a burning apparition of Mary There was nothing at all

And I went home and they asked me So?

Which is not a question So we ate dry supermarket chicken

Years are cruel To the triagist

We forget the clinic And its baubled apples

All horses were broken And they wish me great success

It is their last chance to be beautiful and young And it is failing

They had but two chances And we are failing

And we are in endless love Which is to be failing

I don't understand my own patience Are we not all the face of history

We all stare each other over chicken So? So? So?

There is that which we want Like an ant on a berry

But who could be angry Because they are also failing

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