Featured Poet: Margaret Walther       
The Motherlode

She hones in, looking for the honey.
The shoes loom.

Before she came, I washed dishes, scrubbed our apartment floors.
You picked up all your little trucks and cars.

But there they are--brown, cracked, full of life--manshoes,
peeking out beneath the couch.

Tensed, I stare at you. Your malemouth trembles, your tongue, a
tiny oar,
lifts into the water.

I hauled them up from downstairs, you whisper.
From the babysitter’s?           Yes.

The woman slumps. She has lost her ore.  
I am filled with relief. The welfare check will continue as usual.

You, the good son, enter your sterile room,
become a stone.


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