Jewish women are warm. Her visiting daughter
leaned in, kissed her elderly mother on the lips.
At a train station reunion emotions unprocessed
I said “First kiss me on the lips”,
She made a bit of a face, but smooched,something
my mother would never want to do, ever.
The rain was fervent and made a river of our afternoon.
The Carp swimming in that mere foot of a pool seemed
suffering to me but she felt that it is what they are used to.
She drank warm saki and cringed at my telling
of painful memories and the exposed nerves.
I had warned her I was bloodied and fresh.