Poetry

MOTHER KNOWS

I keep
Peach enamel
On my nails
Sometimes it chips
And the
Bitten quick
Is there
For you to see

I know you
Watch them while I sleep
I know you know
Without a word

I wear a rainbow
On my wrist
Beads clustered
On my skin
In the New World –

At home
I swallow it
Under tongue

I know you
Probe me as I sleep
I know you know
Without a word

Your son coming out.

 

This poem was originally published in Boys’ Stuff (Allen & Unwin, 2001).