This is another poem about Lucy.
If my mother were living, she would say this.
These are direct quotes from my mama.
If mama could see, she would see Lucy sprawling.
Limbs of Lucy decorating the backs of chairs.
Lucy, hair holding the mirrors up
that reflect odd aspects of Lucy.
If mama could hear, she would hear Lucy's song rolled
in the corners like lint.
Exotic webs of Lucy's size.
Long Lucy spiders explaining to obscure gods.
If mama could talk, she would talk 'good girl, good girl,
good girl, clean up your room.'