mother

The day hangs like a hat.
Do i matter? We drink tea.
Outside the sun blows rosewards,
my head is bowed.

Schoolteacher - the hole of your silence
throws me into the blackboard.
No chalky stars raise ropeladders.
We do not touch.

I am hoist and aloft,
drifting madly, sails unfurled..
to the corner
where dust dances and time whirs.

You sit like a doll, eyebrows poised.
I spin, charred, my shards
growing and shrinking, stuporous.