One Night

it's late at night

mother's gone
Flora's starving
home's a mess
so
i heated a can
of chicken soup
for her soul
or her hunger
hm
i wouldn't know

while mother's
perfume linger
with so many
others'
of men
seeping unseen
from her room

i keep stirring
with tears in
my eyes

trying so hard
in my head
in my heart
to make things
right
normal
when
it's not

hm