Sara Amis 2

S a r a  A m i s

Water

My mother was a well

of water that didn't always run clear.

I drank anyway, you understand,

the only mother I had.

Sometimes her words like tainted water

would settle in my belly and twist.

Other times, as it should be.

Always, your mother's words

follow you inside.

The well ran dry one day,

now I tilt my head back in the rain.