The Birthday Meal

Screwed up ball of grey paper over there
That’s my mother

Frightened child eyes
Skin balloon with all the blow gone from it

She’s plucked the teeth from her once handsome face
Now fleshless and chinless as an addict

I shuffled her, bent legged, down the road
And wished myself away
On the day the old man died
Twenty two years and a lost hope ago

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