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Valentine

What was love to my mother before she was my mother?

Something scarlet

in the cage of doves, just

a glass of burgundy splashed

on a pale tablecloth, blood stain on the white carpet, a red

bra worn

under a sheer silk blouse. Oh,

I hadn’t even been born, but I

was determined to make her a mother. I pulled

a needle and a thin red thread

smoothly through her, like a vein

and on the satin side of my mother’s heart

I embroidered, Be Mine

and on the black lace, my name.

from Space, In ChainsFind it in the library

Copyright © 2011 Laura Kasischke
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in Laura Kasischke Poems

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