Saturday, May 28, 2016

Two Poems by Ada Jenkins

Mother
~~~~

Mother, you’re so funny

with your sterile, marbled emotions,
smooth to the touch.

And your words that bleed out of your mouth,
like a pig going to the slaughter.

Mother, you’re so funny

with your hot cross bun eyes,
and raisin mouth, round and puckered,
shriveled to silence like a piece of dead skin.

You’re so funny

With your numb white fingers
pressing,
always pressing,
down,
like a pen in my head.

But I’m not laughing anymore.

I’ve stopped laughing.
~~~



Snowflakes
~~~

Snowflakes:
light, innocent, soft.
Newborn babies falling from the sky.

Landing, dissolving
wherever chance takes them:
subjected to nature's laws.

Silent;
the perfect offspring,
seen but never heard.

Sculpted ice babies,
it’s a shame you have to melt,
disintegrate.

It will be a slow process,
like a snake shedding its skin
or a caterpillar: hot and sticky,
struggling in its own secretions,
waiting to emerge

Perfect.
A drowning shadow in new light.

Slow for you,
but quick for us
as we watch in safety:
outsiders to your snow globe.

Dislocated from you
and your sadness;
rejections and bitter disappointments.

Your chiseled faces
dissolve together,
disappearing,
mutilated by the sun.

Thawed by the same bony fist
that waits for us all to melt.  
~~

--Ada Jenkins

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