I Dug My Mother From Her Grave

by David Parke Epstein 2014

I dug my mother from her grave on my eighteenth birthday. For nine years she slept in a coffin beneath frozen ground. I took her from the dirt to kiss the cream that is her face, to kiss the rose that is her lips, to sink my head beneath the ocean of ravens that is her hair, to kiss her full on the mouth, to once again suck the meaty nipple that is her tongue.

©2014 David Parke Epstein