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Metamorphosis

Michael Crane

Jun 01 2011

1 mins

The mother is now the child
and the daughter scolds her
for driving late at night
and the mother cowers
on the sofa half afraid of her.

Her disgruntled child seems
taller and stronger than she remembers
and the daughter goes into the kitchen
to cook some beetroot broth
and they sit in the lounge room

quietly together, not a word spoken
and then the mother nods off
to sleep watching television
and the daughter carries her
to the bed and watches her mother

dream and she stands over
guarding the bed like some Roman sentry
and then finally she goes to bed to plan
the next day and this is love
in a strange disguise, but love nonetheless.
 

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