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09 May 2009

To my mother and to the mothers of all the girls in my life

Footnote on Childhood
by Celeste Zeta Montalban

Coveting some pies the child
Climbed on Mother's cupboard
When eight
Broke the vase, one day in June.
Whip was raised awakening pain
Deeper than the fragile skin.
Many glasses
Are broken in youth
The ego needs a constant

Bits of glass pieces
Remind wounded conscience
Some instances of an imbedded
Piece in stubborn bare feet
A hurricane somewhere is
Badly needed to siphon
Off permanent tortures.

Hurts in youth
Should be constantly guarded
For saneness in the old.

from An Isolation/Poems
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