Andrew Wyeth
ANOTHER DAY
Another day Momma,
here I am in another day.
I thought your spirit would finally understand me.
I talk to you,
I talk to my cat.
You're everywhere,
all the time,
sitting on cushions,
not stirring the dust.
Lift me up or tuck me in,
just take me away from this dream of days.
Maya looms in my mythology,
you argued for a stricter God.
I woke in someone else's life,
where did my faces go?
Mom and Jesus,
please take a chance on me.
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