You are special said the mother Carrying him in her factory-built case
The Japanese pressed steel making grooves in the sides of her face
As she switched through her lives
Like her face in the day
Like a toy bird breathing snow she play
Like a body held together by the knitting on its sweater
She takes your hand in her weaponized frame
Like a microwave reaching for your coffee
Mother holds to me the same
Mother holds to me
Mother holds to me