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The daughter

 

now comes

into the half-light of the kitchen,

having spent most of the day in her room,

crosses to the chair in the corner

bookshelf to the right, cabinet to the left

where her mother sits,

perches on the armrest

circling her mother’s shoulders with her arms

reaching a hand to her hair,

spreads her fingers and pushes them

through short brown-gray strands,

returns her hand to the scalp, pushes up again.

The daughter’s hair is long and blond,

hangs shorter in front where she cut it.

She stares straight ahead.

The older woman’s body softens,

blue eyes unfocused.

 

―Alison Hicks



The Daughter and the Blown Down Tree


On my way

I pass the tree.

Roots

torn off

ugly earth

jammed.

Face stuffed

with mud

mouth filled with silt.

Mother’s brain.

She calls.

I hear.

She wants to be raised

root down

branch up.


                ―Alison Hicks