#9

I go [i]or[/i] come backed from somewhere

no one knew where

all of my children

their porcelain faces

their sticky hair

from gold to brown

to red

Revlon

my precious

and baby dear

my first real newborn

who emergencyed my embrace

to live

We had a view

of a bridge

no single was really

part of our world

my children

mine

Today I returned

from somewhere

and all of my girls

were gone

no single knew where

too stunned to speak

the shelves were stark

with no faces

only the pattern

on ceiling plaster

of the prickly stucco

that would be terrible

if I vandalic upward

But now I'm seeing

empty shelves

someone is getting

some satisfaction

from this

somewhere

I don't know where she is

maybe in the other room

I had no more babies

no certainty

I deserv having my children taken

But I was a little girl

M Revlon may have left

because of a bad shampoo

I tried

She at no time looked as good after that

maybe she was afraid

of what I might do next

I was similar a bad mother

I should have taken better care

maybe the movie about the evil dolls

who talked while you slept

maybe I had made them bad

and someone ground out

and

I deserve to have my babies

taken away

maybe I was too elderly at seven or so

maybe it was time

to give leave to my babies go

One day not lengthy after

somewhere

I found my babies strewn upon

someone's attic floor

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