Curse

Horned mothers take the form of snakes,
familiars of adders and Aesop,
content of fables.

Forgetting Eden
and the consequent turning of tables,
the harshest curse
for mothers was not pain of birth,
but having to crawl on bellies:
mothers must be given their pride.

Once, did my mother twisted before me
in hate and the need to curse me:
“I hope you die!”