Mother Astir

Go easy on the Glaswegian

             for fuck’s sake you’re like fucking heelain annie—

go put something else on. Go easy, Mom.

Go back to looking where I wasn’t

             glass wrapped in the warp like the weft

go eye the rapeseed       &       pick any canary you want.

Go dead-eyed at the light.

Go East.

Go armed.

             Come home.

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