All night I lay facing it
watching the crack for footsteps.
I dream Mother in the old house
with an intruder.
What fears may take our shape.
I have been grappling with this
my whole life.
The sky opens up, out falls Mother.
The sky opens up, out falls me.
Somehow we are connected.
I have been saying Mother,
but cannot remember mine.
So many systems of failure
to get me here: manhood, youth.
Constellation of desire.