POEM: I fear my mother will

I fear my mother will,

upon her death, become omnipresent;

all-knowing, all-powerful.

I shall be in my lover's house

safeguarded - I think-

from the eyes of my husband.

I shall be about to come

when just at the wrong time

in that pervasive darkness,

my mother's invisible right hand

will make itself known.

And a voice - hers: I will recognize it-

will demand

that I rise up and go home.

She will pull the blanket protectively, prudishly,

over my naked breasts

And I,

embarrassed, and mother-beaten,

will retrieve my clothes from the floor

and go home.