Ma's Pain
H. F. Reid
A circle of muscular light
over the hills in a boarded-up sky,
like an opening to let the pain leak out.
Drips all the time now, since you mention it,
like the tap in the third floor tub
with the orange stain underneath. It's
her mouth, see.
--- ©1996, The Spoon River Poetry Review
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