Our mother is too young
to care for – and yet,
there she is, her suitcase at her feet,
her only company.
there is everything she owns:
Those capris with cherries on the butt
that look like jeans on her;
Jergens lotion, cherry-almond;
those off-brand, fake fur-lined boots
she made me buy her before heading back
These and other things accompany her
from island to island to mainland.
It is just a bigger island, I remember
my uncle saying, accent-heavy
and sweaty from eating all that pig,
eyes and bones left, nothing else.