Evaporated 

“could you spare some of the love you had

for your mother, and give it to–”

no.

I have nothing left to offer to anyone else, for

the woman who bore me, bared me, 

and buried me with her in her tomb took all that I had.

I am an empty cup, poured over. 

and it would not be mine to spare anyway– the love.

I got it all from her, you see at one time, or another.

so you’ll have to ask my mother and

my mother is not me, so

((she is foolish and she is softer. she is not

left sitting in pieces of herself at the bottom 

of an empty well with a likewise empty bucket))

she will surely give it to you too.

-evaporated