I want to call you up
and say that every
movie I watch lately
stars you. All of
these mothers. Different
mothers. Some like
you. Some I wish
were like you. Like
them, you wore a
staged smile and
aged gracefully.
Julia Roberts. Kathy
Bates. Goldie Hawn.
Whoopi Goldberg. Tantoo
Cardinal. Faye Dunaway.
All of them playing the role
of mothers at some point.
Like you. These mothers
taught you too. I quote them
now as well as you do, and you
as well, you all hide
in my mouth. I cling to
these imaginary mothers.
Award-winning mothers.
But I save a space on
my shelf for you… Mother,
I can’t even pick up
the phone. I don’t want
to admit that after all this
time I feel like I’m
obsessed with you. Mothers
at windows. Waiting
for phone calls from
daughters too terrified
of the past to come through.