My mother had two faces and a frying pot br where she cooked up her daughters br into girls br before she fixed our dinner. br My mother had two faces br and a broken pot br where she hid out a perfect daughter br who was not me br I am the sun and moon and forever hungry br for her eyes. br br I bear two women upon my back br one dark and rich and hidden br in the ivory hungers of the other br mother br pale as a witch br yet steady and familiar br brings me bread and terror br in my sleep br her breasts are huge exciting anchors br in the midnight storm. br br All this has been br before br in my mother's bed br time has no sense br I have no brothers br and my sisters are cruel. br br Mother I need br mother I need br mother I need your blackness now br as the august earth needs rain. br I am br br the sun and moon and forever hungry br the sharpened edge br where day and night shall meet br and not be br one.