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Blue Crete

Article Published in Nowhere Magazine. Read the article here.

Road Trip

We shiver in the chilly car
I drive the October night
Air still alive with burning

My mother beside me in the dark
Wrapped in a blanket
My reverse papoose, a diaper, too.

Her hand, freed from the
Woolen shroud, tells me
What the night denies,
Her look that says
This ride will be
The last

The last time I will sit beside
My mother
The last time she will sit

Holding hands
Her grasp burns me with the
Blood knowledge of love

Next to me my same flesh
Her only other flesh
And mine, too
We have made it enough for us

My passenger apologizes for her
Un-coiffed hair, chipped nail polish
Long white hairs on her chin,
Like a Mandarin

Her travel costume not couture,
A bathrobe
And untied black suede walking shoes,
Over bare feet,
Stained with relief maps of B. M.

Her slippers, all lost to pee,
Matched her robes and boudoir,
I order new ones, cut-velvet
Three colors so she can choose,
Or keep them all

I hold the steering wheel, tight
And reciprocate her hand
I am so small, now
So tired

Our fingers link, and like
Sex, I can’t tell where her
Body ends and mine begins
This is how we began, after all

The hospital lights shock us
I stop the car gently
We’re here, mommy
I know, honey. I know.

Once inside she will leave,
Forever
Go someplace where I can
Never find her
No matter how long, no matter
How long I drive.

Widow, Falling

Tell me how to live this beautiful life.

Tell me now.
Help me to make bracelets from tin cans

Christmas wrap from potatoes cut into stars and toilet paper

a gourmet meal from sautéed dice of pillowcase and

hot rollers en brochette
to change my watch to an elastic bandage 

to drive safely when I am blind

to know when I collapse, how to fall

to read the eyes of strangers when they ask me for change to get home

to ask strangers for change so I can get home,

in their eyes, and mine

to know when I am home and how to act when I am there.


Help me when I collapse.



Pamela Manché Pearce


Published in “The Widows’ Handbook Poetry Anthology,” Kent State University Press 2014

Selected Works

Widow, Falling

Published in “The Widows’ Handbook Poetry Anthology,” Kent State University Press 2014