Poems from Bergentruckung
almost every night she storms into the living room after her bath
roaring mad silent seething
eyes bulging in her head
her every movement...
i was just laughing at something. don't remember what.
you just wanted to suck the mirth from me because that is what you do
it's mother's...
mama hoards sadness like she does jewelry and money,
just a twist of the oversize lips, squint of the jaundiced eyes, derisive humor in...
the dermatologist tells me i'm not defined by my skin.
in my head, i laugh a little.
i am not defined by my skin, this woman tells me,...
i once read that there's childhood, and there's childhood aftermath.
for me, the aftermath is a puzzle of lingering, vivid memories, ...