Tight
October 13, 2021
I have to be my own Jewish mother
even without a stainless soup pot.
No: I need to be
a better mother to myself --
one who wouldn't say
"put on a happy face!"
Reasons to weep
are as numerous as the stars.
Every bodyworker knows
the muscle that cries out
is the victim: something else
has tightened into immobility.
But when it's the heart
that cries out --
how can I delaminate
years of fused-together sorrows?