your mother will cry for you.
one, two, half a cupful of salt and erosion
and you'll drink
lips wet, eyes cold
lips wet, eyes cold (eyes wet, lips cold)
one, two, sup the lot and feel the sting against your throat
but you'll smile all the same.
she'll plant lilies in the spring,
shovel dirt with fingertips
shovel dirt with fingertips pin-prick precision
one, two, a line along the lawn;
small skulls with no headstones.
she'll scream into your eye sockets
she'll scream into your eye sockets for being so thirsty
but it is okay.
the water wasn't fresh anyway.