I keep falling in love
with my mother.
I don’t want to hurt her
 - of all people to hurt.

Every time I see her
she's grown older
but her uniform always
amazes me
for its Dutch simplicity
and the Doll she is,
the doll-like way
she stands
bowlegged in my dreams,
waiting to serve me.

And I am only an Apache
smoking Hashi
in old Cabashy
by the Lamp.