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The Transparent Mother

The Transparent Mother 

And you were
gone
vanished.

No ghost 
trailing
asking 
pleading.

The police took my photo of you
barefoot
bloody toes
face turned away

“She walked twelve hours
Spoke to no one,” they said.
I believed it.

I grew up with your
illness
drifting 
sudden blanks

“Nursed me six weeks,” you said.
that brief latch
a failed charm 
against
what waits.

A sharp light passes through
green and forever changing
A chameleon

“My first love 
wound,
already slipping,
gone.”

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JONATHAN MOYA

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2 responses to “The Transparent Mother”

  1. clcouch123 Avatar
    clcouch123

    Goodness, the picture is evocative. More so, to me, is the text that is concise and, if I may say, packs a punch. Two narrative tracks, hers and yours–both deeply impressive.

  2. Tristan Robert Lange Avatar
    Tristan Robert Lange

    My friend, this hit me hard…there’s a quiet devastation here that never raises its voice, just stays. It lingers in every line. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

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