Dear mother goose in Maspeth
whose threats I fondly remember
I admit I took your picture sans consent
sent said picture to new mother
said “thinking of you” and “hi!” and she
said “thanks” and she thought “goose.”
A blurry goose from me to her that
ricocheted to me again and back
through all the wordless moments of a life.
A death? Goose. “Thinking of you!”
A crisis? Goose. “Thinking of you!”
A child? Goose. “Thinking of you!”
A test? Goose. “Thinking of you!”
Goose, goose, thinking of you
goose, goose, thinking of you
vision blurring shit I’ve gone too far
thinking too hard of you
intrusive thoughts of you
goose with fingers, ghostly goose
goose repeating punch brothers,
punch with care
angry mother goose forgive me
mother goose I couldn’t hear
your screams to take my human
self and stuff and back
away from there
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