It was muthas day and I am a mother. Bean made me this card. Here I am with my messy morning hair. She made me an Adventure Time card. Jake is the moon.
We ate eggs and tofurky sausage then my family left because Babydaddy has a mom and I didn’t have it in me to go.
I layed in bed a bit not wanting to go do anything. I started obsessing about death, I had just learned that oxygen slowly kills us. I like to entertain morbid thoughts and I decided if I ever killed myself I would leave a cliche suicide note that says “Goodbye cruel world.”
I couldn’t decide if the dead look down at us and think “you idiots none of this matters” or if they shake their heads and sigh at us “you fools this is all that matters”
I text my neighbor “can I borrow your clippers?”
She brings over her new set of clippers and a bottle of champagne. It was like wine country living punk. We shaved each others heads. We talked about the complex roles that mothers play in their children’s lives but also how ultimately they are going to be okay.
Punk rawk and I do love my shaved side, though it’s hard to tell in this photo.
Mothers Day
the overplayed disco song
pumps into the ceiling
where my poached eggs
run over my teeth
it’s mother’s day
i delve into
the almost creature ovary
that’s suspended
on my toast
on mother’s day
the waitress’s mother
comes in for a kiss
happy mother’s day mama
i’m bathing in diner scenes
and strained caffiene tea
the waitress is a stranger
who nourishes me
on mother’s day
-Bitch and Animal
