my mother voluptuous in summer dress,
thick ankle straps,
shoots a man,
some man there, on the pier
night lights reflecting on black sea water
at eighteen dark, raven haired,
a hibiscus behind her ear
"Listen, I must tell you
I like to lose control,"
and she falls into the ivy,
falls into the black-green sea
salt corroding red petals red hibiscus red the red
of blood.
~ regan lee, 198?
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