if your gods dream
'Every daughter has a cage around her head and a mother on the cross.
I always hope to take it off, and rarely do.
Instead, I climb up, like a child into the bed.
I nail myself beside you.'
(Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; 'Other Wound')
The idea of mumma being small - practical, ordinary, breakable, makes me weep. And somewhere in all that softness, I hate her. I really do.
