when ever I visit your mother,
I bring pink tourmalines or mystic topaz.
I like to watch sparkle play with her eyes.
You need not remind me
of Power Of Attorney; two moons
cloud your vision and blight you.
You will win, but then
an earthquake of cult and cunt
will return to smite
your firstborn act of kindness—
which has not yet begun.
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