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.