– Mollie Yang
My mother doesn’t know
where she went wrong with us all.
it was that sip of wine that night
before the foetus was fully formed.
She sits there and looks at me
through the corner of her eye
one of those long sighs that hold the world.
She thinks I should do things better
but I can’t.
All my energy is recovering
from the sip of wine and her disappointment.
Wine makes me think I could be happy
away from here and without those sighs
drawing out the tide
like warm sea air.