Deirdre, Mother of Sons by Kaylin Kaupish
“All mothers are slightly insane.” – Catcher in the Rye I was born into a family meant to die out All of the daughters, told by their mothers, Do not have children. But the daughter would become women And eventually become mothers. So it was a family meant to die out, But cursed to go on forever. Christ, that sounds even worse. Matthew. Matthew had been the worst. We watched him loose his brain strands Give into the voices in his head And disappear behind a veil of cigarette smoke Until mother had to send him away To the land of barred windows I’m the only one left to visit him Not that mother’s dead I guess a part of him knows I’m there The sister who will share a cigarette with him Henry. Henry had been saved. Mother hid him in her house Of gold, antique jewelry And purple, pleated coats Fuck, after Matthew, can you blame her? But now Henry won’t come out Even though mother’s dead I guess you could call that being saved. Deirdre. Deirdre was the last hope. She could end the line, stay the madness Stop cold the delusions that got passed down 62
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