a kind mother

there it goes, night. she's on.
where does it gentle you to, in a sweep of.
of forgetting.

a planked descent into impression:
a chiton sleep dress lapped on
a camphor blanket's fringe.
that enfolding comfort
of forgetting when.

caliginous. a cave
and a dead myth to fix.
build you in it, make a ship of it,
it'll go till the next atomic effacement
of forgetting who.

mother chlorosis you can swim.
arms, galleys of hands
pulling you to an axis
of forgetting where

a space from a word surrounds.
paper bats carry its dark to you,
an atony telling
of forgetting what.

gallipot into intimacy. that alchemy.
chloropicrin in this water?
kisses, mother, put on your yellow fringed vest, rest.