My Mother Takes Me There

MY MOTHER TAKES ME THERE

I enter her world.
Feed her with dollar bills;
slip them into her silver slit.

She rumbles out of apathy, I suppose,
while I pay my dues-
then she jolts awake
(almost always prematurely)
lunges me forward into her folds of
a polyester sanctuary.

I am enclosed in a metal womb,
that cradles me with the gentle gyrations
of a mother-
giving birth and fucking?

We pour in and out-
constant flow of life-
Her labor pains keep us unsettled;
Her contractions bring us closer
towards re-entry into solitude.