No expectations
I’ve made my way here
on account of my mother
a woman well aware of her family
but unwilling to look
neither forward nor past
She’s deserved much more
than what’s been handed to her
and I’m afraid I may be
her last chance to understand
what she may have missed
There is no self-loathing
as far as she is concerned
but where I come from
[based on my own experiences]
is precisely the opposite
Making my way back from a
pub on Ennis Friary
I conduct traffic near midnight
believing the Irish in me
is exactly what she had expected
june two thousand twenty-three
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