do you think i am my Mother 

wandering through grocery aisles 
arms full of dry goods looking 
for a cart to pour all 
this money into 
before we spoil

do you think if i stood right 
at the edge of the lawn
reached far 
back into brambles 
i could drag myself up and out 

16 and covered in scars 
roll me up in sunlight and say 

you do not have her eyes