poetry, summer 2012
Wake up you sleepyhead
Wake up be with Mommy
put on clothes Mommy
picked out for you let Mommy
lay on your shoulder let Mommy
brush your hair Mommy’s mad
at your dad you know how he is
Mommy’s sad your daddy’s such
an asshole he never listens nobody
pays attention to Mommy
nobody ever does what Mommy
asks so Mommy’s the villain now
Mommy did something wrong
Mommy hates this world
Mommy’s sorry she yelled at you
Mommy loves you, she does
whatever you say.
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poetry, summer 2012
After hours
Mommy fed you with the breast
don’t I deserve your love for that
tell me what you know why don’t
you talk more it’s good to hear
your voice Mommy always wants
to help show Mommy what you’ve learned
on piano tell Mommy how many
lines there are on the staff let’s call
your grandmother tell her
how many lines tell her
you love her tell her
what you are learning
in school you never
tell Mommy anything.
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poetry, summer 2012
Parting the comb
Head back for Mommy
let Mommy check for lice
your friend Kathy stole some money
off the dresser you’d tell me
if you knew she did it Mommy
doesn’t want you to lie please don’t
lie to Mommy you’ll hate
Mommy when you’re older
you’ll turn on Mommy
though Mommy loves you
knows you are good
knows you wouldn’t lie
knows you would never use
another girl’s hairbrush.
Medeia Starfire
grew up in Norman, Oklahoma, and now lives in Seattle, Washington. Her work recently appeared in Peregrine, PMS poemmemoirstory, and Dark Sky Magazine.