*Editor's Note: Previously Published in Random Poem Tree
sucked manna from her breasts
decades later, I’d learn to unlove the divine
I must have suppressed my impatience with her ragged lullabies
composed of a thousand lies, and love--
indomitable, unfaltering, and so dangerously consuming
that reality, as enormous as life,
threatened to become a lifeless dream. But I do not remember any of that.