The History of Mothers of Sons by Lisa Furmanski

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    [fieldset=The History of Mothers of Sons by Lisa Furmanski]All sons sleep next to mothers, then alone, then with others
    Eventually, all our sons bare molars, incisors
    Meanwhile, mothers are wingless things in a room of stairs
    A gymnasium of bars and ropes, small arms hauling self over self

    Mothers hum nonsense, driving here
    and there (Here! There!) in hollow steeds, mothers reflecting
    how faint reflections shiver over the road
    All the deafening musts along the way

    Mothers favor the moon—hook-hung and mirroring the sun—
    there, in a berry bramble, calm as a stone

    This is enough to wrench our hand out of his
    and simply devour him, though he exceeds even the tallest grass

    Every mother recalls a lullaby, and the elegy blowing through it[/fieldset]

    Source: Poetry (January 2008).
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