by Paul-Victor Winters
1995, 30 pages
Winner of the 1995 Sapering
Hol Press Chapbook Competition.
Poem After My Mother's Death"
glass bowl on the cluttered kitchen
table is so large, we could fit both
our hearts in it, my father and I. We could
the whole world in there, maybe.
I thought, perhaps, we'd fill it
yellow daffodils, but we've had enough
flowers. There are things
we should put in the bowl but do not.
we open all the pill
bottles we can find throughout the house
and pour hundreds of pills into
almost filling it. We are so happy to empty
them, we toss the lids over our shoulders
and drop the empty bottles to our
There is a pill for everything, so many
shapes and sizes, such amazing color.
There is an entire landscape in our
and clouds and earth and water. The pills
are like tiny flower blossoms and we hate them.
We have done this together.
I have always
wanted to do this. We have a large
bowl full of pills and, for all the love
we've ever known, can't even imagine
what to do with it.
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