This is not an
apple this is the
face of my
mother
is dead
when she dies
and dead
again when
I rise
her face
granny-smith
when she
cringed
honeycrisp
when she
grinned
and mine
is winesap
always.
the sea
behind me
is golden
jubilee
the clouds
and my coat
Ar-Kansas
black
my necktie
is Detroit
red and
mother is
dead
mother is
always dead.
