when i entered the room my mother had cut her hand
and i thought it was seen again for a moment
like with the stairs or the car she was sitting solemn
what was the difference, the coked-out crown moulding?
i'd had a cask of the immortal with all my amontillado
i'd had a casque on my soul all this time
so i played with fire
worried more about sisyphus than syphilis, mistakenly
and only now is the palsy subsiding