Indigo Flavor

Indigo flavor met my mother,

Down by the river,

Caught my mother,

And loved her, loved her.

Those rivers, which held my mother

Held my sister long before her,

Held my body after it met her.

Curled my baby hairs beneath its fingers,

Walked up to the window

And embraced her reflection

Through a glass mirror,

But never touched her.

Tried to hold her with many voices

But could not grab her hand, her features,

Could not shave or ward its aching

To take her and keep her to have me to calm her.

The walking army,

The waking army,

Silent as Mao's children,

Nagasaki and London before plummeting.

Traitor, mute your foul fingers

Before you disappear

Into a pit of mud

From the world dragging you out.

Murderer of my night thoughts,

Brute, aging old man,

Please so kindly,

Shove your words back on your tongue

And into your throat.

Indigo flavor,

Go back to your pot by the river.

Leave my mother.

Don't love.

Don't love her.