you know it snowed today, mom
huge flakes
not-quite-brown red,
not-quite-brown yellow,
and just plain-old-shit brown.
strange how they seemed, mom
to me, mom
to be, mom,
falling
up.
i wish i could remember the dream i had last night,
mom, where a flash
of white blew
past my eyes, mom,
i waited.
i had something important to tell you
mom, about the other day
when you called
to say i love you, mom,
i waited.
