Power and Control
I was born in 1969, a child of the-birth-control-pill-gone-wrong. Ironic since my mother never wanted to have children. I know this because she told me. She was nearly 41 when I was born, and I am told that my father was delighted at the news of an impending birth. She…
The mirror in the dream steers me backwards
Backwards with head twisted front And the cord, the cord comes not
From belly, but back
And it trails like a tail into darkness.
Following to its beginning,
Stepping toe heel toe and wrapping as I turn
In the cord.
Underworld on Parmer Lane
There was a kind of bedlam today, at the Garden House. My mother and her friends sat and ate their lunch, like so many pre-schoolers at little tables. Paper napkins, plastic flowers, simulacrum dining. She sat and looked wet eyed and confused to see me, and she told me how pretty I…