Mother

– Mollie Yang

My mother doesn’t know
where she went wrong with us all.
She thinks
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
and sighs
one of those long sighs that hold the world.
She thinks I should do things better
and faster
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.