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L’Étranger
my mother died
today I dreamt her
last embrace
eight years ago now
in LA sunshine
my mother died
today I dreamt her
on Jones beach
my legs in wet sand
cradled in her arms
my mother died
today I dreamt her
giving me to
yiddisha grandmother’s
age-wrinkled love songs
my mother died
today I dreamt her
split from dad
yelling ‘you’re just
like your father was’
my mother died
today I dreamt her
sat poolside
smell of hot lotion
in the Hollywood Hills
my mother died
today I dreamt her
ninety-eight
red-lipstick smiling
alive, beautiful
my mother died
today I dreamt her
crying out
wishing to be gone
her history in flames
my mother died
today I dreamt her
I dreamt her
I dreamt her today
today I dreamt her
published in Atlas Poetica 31
Paul Levy
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