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Glosa for My Deteriorating Mother<\/span> I don\u2019t ask you to love me always like this, Your hair, it\u2019s summoned by moonlight now\u2013 That was a long time ago. The first when being young mattered to you. yearning. But your hair now, <\/p>\n Haro Lee lives in South Korea with her grandmother. Her poems appear or are forthcoming in Michigan Quarterly Review, Zone 3 Press, The Offing, The Indianapolis Review, and elsewhere. She was also the recipient of Epiphany Magazine\u2019s Breakout 8 Writers Prize. You can find her @pilnyeosdaughter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Haro Lee lives in South Korea with her grandmother. Her poems appear or are forthcoming in Michigan Quarterly Review, Zone 3 Press, The Offing, The Indianapolis Review, and elsewhere. She was also the recipient of Epiphany Magazine\u2019s Breakout<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9964,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[434],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9961","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poems-about-mom"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9961","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9961"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9961\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/9964"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9961"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9961"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9961"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nby Haro Lee<\/p>\n
\nbut I ask you to remember.
\nSomewhere inside me
\nthere\u2019ll always be the person I am tonight
\n\u2013Tender is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald<\/p>\n
\nOne day I noticed
\nhow your middle parting beamed
\nat me. A silver embroidery. The first unwrapping
\nof fish cartilage by nature\u2019s teeth.
\nIt was so easy to dismiss
\nit then. After you painted your roots
\nwe both went back to normal,
\nthat new tapestry allowing us to miss
\nthe warning: I don\u2019t ask you to love me always like this.<\/p>\n
\nseason that produced white foliage,
\nit returned. The tufts that grew
\nyou painted over like swans
\ndipping themselves in night\u2019s lake, emerging
\nblack again. Your timber
\nweakened. The strands grew thin, breaking
\noff, the charcoal of it turning brown, burnt sienna,
\nthen a sick jaundice. You\u2019d grab a tender
\nbunch of it. Understand. But I ask you to remember<\/p>\n
\nWhen you were always there,
\nalways for me, you on a silver platter,
\nthe crop of your head
\na waterfall that always ran black.
\nBlack vines, black veins, black sea,
\nrich of dark matter.
\nThe memories of a younger you
\nburn something beastly,
\nsomething molten, somewhere inside me,<\/p>\n
\nyou catch seasons with it.
\nYour head is a winter lake, flash frozen by age.
\nAnd you know how much I want
\nto break the ice, search for something bleak. Maybe you,
\ntwenty years younger, a crown of night
\ngrowing from your head.
\nA younger you,
\npromising, against time\u2019s flight:
\nThere will always be the person I am tonight.<\/p>\n