L’Étranger

 

my mother died

today I dreamt her

last embrace 

eight years ago now 

in LA sunshine 

 

my mother died

today I dreamt her

on Jones beach 

my legs in wet sand 

cradled in her arms

 

my mother died

today I dreamt her 

giving me to

yiddisha grandmother’s 

age-wrinkled love songs 

  

my mother died

today I dreamt her

split from dad

yelling ‘you’re just

like your father was’

 

my mother died

today I dreamt her

sat poolside 

smell of hot lotion 

in the Hollywood Hills

 

my mother died

today I dreamt her

ninety-eight

red-lipstick smiling

alive, beautiful

 

my mother died

today I dreamt her

crying out

wishing to be gone

her history in flames 

 

my mother died

today I dreamt her

I dreamt her 

I dreamt her today 

today I dreamt her

 




 


 
 

published in Atlas Poetica 31

Paul Levy

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