For A Mother

For you I unwind myself
Like a ball of yarn
Until I am left with only bones
And a single, beating heart

I unwrap the gauze from my ribs
And bare the bruising and the lines for your eyes
Only for your eyes
I tell you all the things you’ve whispered to my father
In the dead of night
When the sweet grapes of Italy slide down
Your throat

You always wanted a boy
And if not a boy, a skinny girl
Instead you got me
I tell you these things because you
Were crying that night
And you’re crying tonight

I unwind myself in the candlelight
And instead of handing you the yarn
I step forward and give you my bones and heart
And you wrap me in gauze

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Tory Jurich.


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