The September Sonnets: XVIII

tempered raindrops hit the sidewalk
when my mother came into town—
all the horses found their stables
and leapt up, hoping to keep their hoofbeats
steady. when my mother came into town
the fires faded out because she can't take
the heat so much and i can't either
as i lie in bed naked with the oscillating fan
blowing over me: my mother tells me
to put on some clothes from miles away.

when my mother came to town my father
followed her: my godmother and godfather
too—all of them came to see the church
i live by. i hid in bed, naked.

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