mother’s day 2003:
“it’s a sight to be so lazy . . .”
homespun—the living room and beyond in the space of an afternoon
and i with turkey in my chest, charlie horse in my head.
talk falls silent and we hear naught but our thoughts, the sounds of fountain
and the windy green outside dressed in birdcall and song.
i can think of missouri in no other way.
“most of the time, everything is alright.”