I Will Love Enough to Die Slowly
by Mikaela Hoover
Dying in the name of some thing
that would not do the same
for you is how I watch my mother live.
Lowly, stumble-steps among the dead. Glancing
at skeletons. White maggots crawl down her neck,
zigzag across her chest and wiggle in through her belly
button.
I only barely ignore the dead,
peel back the scenery to gasp for the sun,
turn back to watch my mother flirt
with anyone not my father. Pick the maggots
off my skin and send them off in the opposite
direction. And when she finally
embraces the skeletons,
I am supposed to take
her place so my daughter
can take mine. But she is not bloody,
nor maggoty. Not mine.
Mikaela Hoover is a graduate student at WashU in St. Louis. They are originally from Iowa. Other work can be found in or is forthcoming in FOOLS, New Moon Magazine, and The Adroit Journal.
