Gris-Gris, an online journal of literature, culture & the arts

describe your mother

by Delaney Gibbons


describe your mother
at her quietest
swollen-limbed and teary
holding limp socks in both her hands
asking for help

the sounds of her retching
in the middle of the night
bald head bent
over a pink plastic bin

lifting her shirt in the kitchen
to show you the scar up her torso
smiling for your picture, craving lemon water ice

tell of her bare, her dry, her swell,

and eyes like blue sunflowers
every morning
wondering if you slept well
asking for the bin, and then
please, sweetheart
could you turn up the radio