I am sure by now you must have heard
That your mother washes her hair with salt
To rid herself of your fathers stench
She sleeps on one side
Because her ribs have been cracked.
Your mothers legs have been bent
From birthing too much,
they said.
You must have heard
That she forked herself
To rid her last child of your fathers
name.
name.
I am sure by now you must have heard
Your mother screaming at night
When he comes home and he hogs her breath
Don’t you know?
She wishes you had her surname.
