Chicagoetry: Mother

Mother

My mother is dead, my girlfriend
Is crying and I'm ogling
The morning weather,

Some major market blues

On a horizon
Lush with data.

Everywhere data infuse
The rain and the wrath.

She put it in writing
In 1991, taking us all
Off the hook.

Do. Not. Resuscitate.
Soft landing, in hospice jargon.
If I'm going

Let me go.
She was going
So we let

Her go.
When it was over

She was radiant.

Now what?
No wrath,
Some rain.

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J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.

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