My Name is Mother

In each green web of dead stars, I see myself.

A soul cast into space, into a space that was gulping at souls like a thirsty, active dog. Unquestioningly blissful, just so happy to see you.

Through the cracks in the pavement, I see insect babies crawling and wanting nothing more than to be loved.

My name is Mother and I will care for all the unwanted ones.

"Excuses, excuses, mental illness."

Whether your skin tastes like strawberries, or raspberries, or blueberries, or flesh, I will feel and know if we are supposed to climb this mountain together.

Why do you shake me so hard? I have to sleep to get well and live with people like you and your friends.

I wish I could meet somebody brand new and feel automatic magnetizing happening from our eyes and our thighs. And every time one breathes in, the other breathes out and we'll keep each other alive and raise bug babies and sunflowers under an everlasting moon.