Lady Wild Cow Drinks Some Wine

Mary Buchinger

 

I am the thick-roped

tongue of sun

over your head

lapping every pore.

I grow you

and cancer you.

I ask only that you worship me,

which is to say, remember

I am above you.

 

I promise you nothing, son,

except to follow you all your days,

to tunnel the darkness of earth

so you don’t have to,

and to make you forget

your other mother,

the one who’d give everything

to fold you beneath

her heavy green blanket.

 

 


Mary Buchinger, author of two poetry books, Aerialist and Roomful of Sparrows, has work published in AGNI, Gargoyle, Nimrod, PANK, Salamander, The Massachusetts Review, and elsewhere. Mary is co-President of the New England Poetry Club and Professor of English and Communication Studies at MCPHS University in Boston, Massachusetts.