Mens underpants

Mens underpants! black, plain
Against them my     white lines
stand out
Mens underpants! solid-seamed,
heavy-hemmed, broad
in the crotch
So much space for my
generosity

Mens underpants! in the mirror
They cover the caesar scar trench
in my flesh
Mens underpants! dark, flat
Against them my     fair rondure
stands out
In them I     am so much more
of a woman

First published in Creatrix 33, June 2016

when she is a bear

the mother. in the night.
the bear mother. a sign.
the daughter. fix the air.
her foot in mist.
a note of rock.
when she is a daughter.
when her cloud brother.
cloud father.
when she is a bear. her
tooth. her pelt.
when we make ridiculous laughter.
the bee buzz. the honey.
to fix thee, sister. a light.
thou bear. thou note of rock.

How long?

How long, how long, how long, how long, to sing this song?
— U2, channelling the Psalmist

The music's cruisy     trancy     wordless

The father walks away
from the mother
On the father's hip the baby cries Mamma Mamma
The father walks away
so the mother can do
the workshop
On the father's hip the baby cries Mamma Mamma

Is he old enough already
to learn that his mum
is a person?

Or is he young enough still
to learn that Mother
is not
always
Mother?

Now the music
is American hiphop
Niggaz bitchez
money in yo pocketz

The father comes back
with the baby
The mother is dancing
The music's cruisy again
The baby? Silent

Mamma, Mamma — a moment?
Mamma, Mamma — eternity?
Mamma, Mamma —
how long?

First published in Poetry Matters