I’m Not Mad At You (For Good) By Jackie Henrion 1/7/26
My mother has been dead
Without shroud from grace
Or other holy ghosts
Her epitaph reads captive
Involuntary abjection
Of genetics and entrainment
Creative attempts not
Withstanding, not worth standing
Intellectual bandwidth stunted
By so many years and fears
Stuck in the garden’s enclosure
She could only offer coupling
Too young the sadness of need
Unwanted implantation exchanged
Like opportunity
Without shield
Yet I stand with gratitude
For mud, pulchritude, and effluent
Fed blossom and flight
And ultimately—the Good fight
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