Moto Poeta
Frederick Seidel, 1 August 2019
“... for a school assignment. It was my mother. That can’t be my mother. Here was this vastly old lady Facing the camera unsmiling. My mother’s blue-eyed schizophrenia plus electroshock Had always kept her lovely skin unlined. The unlined woman of my memory and fantasy apparently Had turned into a raisin while I wasn’t looking, That I too must be ... ”