Eileen

You'd pray everything’s right, your daughter says, including unforgiven light, you smile between moans, laugh as if sunlit all day, but who will control us, around your eyes, there’s a certain terrain, the love that we prized, chasing numbers like a drone, the lights of Bingo emporiums, in rain or touch of snow, as if passing by you sigh, does everyone think that way, smoking your Marlboro Lites, could never get the tone, as your family raged, water falling pheromones, no more use as blame.