mama's manifesto

mama always giggles & hiccups & ends up with cava up her nose.

cava's like champagne but cheaper, kiddies, for those of you who don't know....

here is mama's new manifesto (p.s. subject to change alwaysalways):




this is mama's shortcomings potpie



this is your misgivings cigar, & mama's arms
all meaty again & the dough ain't flakey
no more, yo. there's a rifle somewhere behind
the apron. mama's teeth've gone all bucky
& she spits out retainers like bullets. she spits
out children like Hi-C; she spits & don't swallow; she
spits & she's eighty & rocking a heroin haze, says,
come here, grandchilluns. that's the future you see
when you flick your zippo, after you cut the tip
off. mama's all about tips & heads & phalli;
she knows what they're for & it's no fairy
tale oven push. she takes it all in. she reads
the newspapers sometimes. she still bakes &
there's ash all over & a wolf & a big cheesy grin.





yours,
mama