Mother Tramp
His mother's name was of no
consequence, but
her profession, nights
of stalking
cigarette-splashed streets,
fed them both. Tied together
with garter-belts and
smoke strings, those
nights knitted
her face with
wrinkles.
She holds the picture of her
college boy and blue light
frosts her knotted
hair.
1988
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