with my mother.
I don’t want to hurt her
Of all the people to hurt
Every time I see her
She’s grown older
But her uniform always
Amazes me,
For its Italian simplicity
And the doll she is
The doll like way she stands
Bowlegged in my dreams
Waiting to serve me
And I was an Apache
Smoking hashi
In an old cabashi
By the lamp.
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