Mother by Laurel Dixon

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The stiff pink petals of your fake flower collection
stand quiet    in mason jars    breathing
the dust of years
This house    is your perfect house
pink bricks    pink walls    white curtains
that rustle    in the air conditioning

I am a shadow puppet    in your dollhouse
robed in navy    my hair    a wild dark crown
Only your tea    matches me    the tender leaves boiled
down into sable    somehow    still sweet to the taste

In my mind you are always    waiting for me
to come home    sitting    on the wicker porch furniture
ignoring the drone    of the two TV’s inside
holding heavy tomatoes    to fold into my palm
In my mind    this is how I recall you
a small silhouette    holding a book
like a shield

Laurel Dixon

Laurel Dixon lives in Lexington, Kentucky. She recently won first place in The Carnegie Center’s LGBT Writing Contest for her story How to Fall in Love with Straight Girls, and her poetry has been published in Tobacco Magazine, Miss’ing Magazine, Voicemail Poems and The Legendary. She spends most of her time writing, gardening, and drinking too much coffee. :