Picnic with Mom

by Sylvie Baumgartel

Sylvie Baumgartel

She goes off to look for birds.
I go for a shot in the dark
With room for cream.
I sneeze.
We eat apple
And throw stones into the water.
Westinghouse lightbulbs make us look old.
Westinghouse blender makes us drunk.
I can’t build a fire for shit;
I’m not a Girl Scout.
She is tall in wooden shoes.
I am a whore in heels.
I put her braid in my mouth
And bite down hard.

Last updated November 08, 2022