PINK - Mothers

Defective and invariable

We are untouched by it

Patrick runs a red light

And I am in the back seat

I am watching your mouth

In her rear view mirror

Pensive like a child

My parents' Blazer, 1996

Six months

And are you still afraid of my want?

Sun hot on my eyelids

I’m flinching but you pretend not to notice

I am reading Sam Pink in your bed

He says:

«Living another fifty years seems impossible»

Your eyes roll back

And I think of babies born

First scream into infinity

And I am tired

Heavy with sweat

When I pull you out of your sweater

Flinching with the awareness of a newborn