The Mothers I’ve Known
by Rick Lupert
I
When I was a rambunctious little boy
I would stare just off to my mother’s right
until she would say “what?” and look that way.
When she turned her head back she’d find me
staring just off to her left. I don’t know
what I was trying to accomplish here
but as a poor family, before the internet
and all its riches were available to me,
it’s one of the only things I had.
II
Last night my mother came into my room
and caught me publishing myself.
I was embarrassed but she said
don’t worry honey, it’s normal
Everyone does this, especially at your age.
I screamed Mom, get out of my room!
and she did, leaving me to
display myself to the world.
III
What is it with this mortal impermanence?
You live and do things and the end is inevitable.
Like a story called life which begins with a death.
A reminder all our narratives have the same end game.
On the same day as a Syracuse mother’s yahrzeit.
On the same day that a Van Nuys wife
travels to Pennsylvania to bury her grandmother.
We don’t live into our hundreds like our founding parents.
But ninety-four is pretty good.
Let’s all live to ninety-four.
IV
My mother makes her own cigarettes now.
It’s cheaper she says.
The new cigarette tax forcing the initiative
that was never around when it was time
to find a job
pay the rent
feed her high school boy lunch.
It’s alright.
I’ve been feeding myself for years.
She delicately rolls another—
killing her softly
with her hands.
PAINTING: Smoke Dream by Allan D’arcangelo.
AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: My mother in 1950. Long before I met her. Long before the cigarettes kicked in and ruined everything.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rick Lupert has been involved with poetry in Los Angeles since 1990. The recipient of the 2017 Ted Slade Award and the 2014 Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Center Distinguished Service Award, he is a a three-time Pushcart Prize Nominee as well as a Best of the Net nominee. He served as a co-director of the Valley Contemporary Poets for two years, and created Poetry Super Highway. For almost 21 years, Rick hosted the weekly Cobalt Cafe reading, which has lived on as a weekly Zoom series since early 2020. His spoken word album, Rick Lupert Live and Dead, features 25 studio and live tracks. He’s authored 28 collections of poetry, including It’s Spritz O’Clock Somewhere (forthcoming), The Low Country Shvitz, I Am Not Writing a Book of Poems in Hawaii, The Tokyo-Van Nuys Express, and God Wrestler: A Poem for Every Torah Portion (Ain’t Got No Press), and edited the anthologies A Poet’s Siddur, Ekphrastia Gone Wild, A Poet’s Haggadah ,and the noir anthology The Night Goes on All Night. He also writes and draws (with Brendan Constantine) the daily web comic Cat and Banana and writes a Jewish poetry column for JewishJournal.com. He has been lucky enough to read his poetry all over the world.