it's a hip reflection

off the bone

shines like wood glue applied in greedy amounts in one specific area

your area makes sheen my glow

touching reds, purples, blues and browns

(though brown is not in the rainbow- as far as i can tell)

my mother sits upon her rickety chair

balconies of heart-felt wow's

she looks upon a horizon of green

little trees from afar but much bigger upon closer inspection

she breathes an out breath

encapsulated within that one release

lay worries of a daughter not quite right in the eyes of a Croatian judicial system

the judge sits upon his throne

striking his mallet upon his ply of 45ml thick marine

(endures the forces of nature a bit better than your average ply - so they say)

guilty of denying the natural way of Croatians, guilty of not getting hitched to a bloke and not popping out kids

guilty of not obtaining an unrealistic mortgage and acquiring a car for every garage

(the wog house to have at lest four)

a sentence laid down

of life long disapproving stares

of being outcast from a community

rich with high in fat-high in sugar content pastries

of being neglected the invite to baby showers, confirmations, engagements and weddings

of funerals, of 21st birthday parties and of last minute get togethers

she re-positions her chair, yet not her stance

and blinks once or twice

(for a dramatic emphasis)

and makes plans in her mind for dinner that eve

she's a lovely lady

who does not believe in global warming

who believes that one day her daughter will wake up from her illness

and pop out one or two little munch-kins with a guy by the name of Ante