My Promise To My Dead Mother
tonight mother
i will dream of you
again
and you will talk
to me in whispers
as i grapple with
ciphers
tonight mother
i promise you
i will not wake
up until i get it.
you who always
think that i am
intelligent.
tonight mother
i will not fail you
again on the same
shocking lapse of my
my usual excuse
of insanity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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