ANXIOUS DOORWAYS

We occupy anxious doorways
in our Masterpiece skins
because all the world’s a maze.

The same as Fiction: 

give clues, expect decisions 

to reduce the meaning 

as I think of my mother’s
cancerous breast that was surgically 

removed & how I have illustrated it 

many times in my mind 

the way that it must have sat in a jar 

& longed for its torso:   vibrating 

chest-bumps of heartbeats 

where my baby-head used to lay.

& the sky is blue somewhere 

beyond the night sky 

where Time has grown tired of us 

beyond the night sky where I can see 

my dead mother's eyes watching me 

as they sparkle through every star 

in the heavens.