A Mother's Love

Brooke DiGia

ghosts of blue hands
            pressed
onto fogged glass windows
            bubblegum smell
from the ventilator
            caked into the carpet
sugar fibers beneath my toes

it’s like Thanksgiving dinner
            and the sweet potatoes are too much
I’ll smash the china plates
            and hoard the jagged shards
to build you a house
            hidden beneath
my cherry wood table. I’ll burn

the turkey until it crisps
            red, boil the gravy
in a silver pot
            and spoon-feed
the meal to you
            just the way you like
down in our pretty little house

Bio
Brooke DiGia is a freshman in the College who is a writer for Bloomers, has an unhealthy obsession with tea, and harbors a preference for cats over dogs.