EVERY PASSING TREND
Someone’s mother is standing, blinking
Through the idea of later. In pleasure’s wide
Arrangement, someone else’s mother
Wears a pair of hotel slippers
Against the will of someone else’s mother,
Whose name I’ll never mention.
Drinking bourbon, someone’s father
Wears a mask and moves his hand over
Someone’s angry daughter posing
As a harlequin led through the night
On a leash. Someone else’s mother poses
Till everything she’s been, and everything she’ll be
Is the faceless woman standing in the warm
Sea, holding up an early Rothko.