for your mother

By Nick Johnston

after that moment
when things
swelled so beautifully big that
they burst

in two
all I could think about
was your
mother.

it really was
a very nice
kiss
and I’m not
sure

what reminded me
of her

but after cascading from
the wonderful afternoon
of your lips
I acrobat
to her home

and steal her pillows.

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