I am realising my mistake:
the wind, it doesn't want to be listened to.
Mother, I am realising:
the wind, it doesn't want to be listened to.
I am realising another,
another wonder:
the rain, it feels warm atop cold skin.
Mother, are you listening –
I am remembering:
her fragile legs are jumping,
she's wide awake. And wailing.
I am remembering:
I haven't fed myself for a month.
I haven't the mind to feed another,
mother?
mother, mother, mother,
you must listen:
I haven't the hands to feed another.
