Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

Be a mammy–

Fleshy arms unwilling to let anything go,
and always someone fighting your grip,
trying
to muster enough speed to escape you.

Enforce the rules with the palm of your hand.

Moonlight as death,
or a jealous god.

Put heaven and hell in their place.

Know that there are more intimate places
to hook your anchors
than flesh or bone.

There’s a part of everyone
that will always escape you,
at the end.
Until then, pull everything

down,
down,

down.