Scott Sherman Poems, Day 1: “Home Sick”

6 A.M.
Ghosts hanging on the trees outside
heads impaled on mailboxes.
104° fever.

I slept on the pull-out sofa while my mother cleaned upstairs.
I heard furniture dragging on the floor,
so I checked on her in case she was moving a chair
underneath a ceiling beam in the living room.

Realize how much nursing homes
smelt so much like my own.
Wet leaves & stale wood,
the walls lined with both.

When I think of these things
I breathe out chlorine
as if mom had stepped off,
& in her last pendulum moment
found swaying moved her nowhere.

*this is the first in a five-day series of poems The Opiate is publishing by Scott Sherman. 

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