I want to slay the space between sky and land
I want to slay everyplace except where Mommy is lying
I want to slay the rain falling like a black velvet curtain
I want to slay the geraniums under the drops of moonlight
Why did you let Mommy be born?
And why do you let her die?
I can’t take off my birdcage dress
It strangles me more each day
