For my mother (assignment)

I paint caution tape, and magnets, around your arms;
Words hang like bracelets,
Bangles knock your bones,
Embossed with inaccurate organs and acronyms.

Like an audio book that swivels around an ancient record player,
Clichés act as your needle,
Though, you say, you are tired of being spun.

Sticky ears only pretend to be clean.
But magnets always have,
Always will,
Hold your currencies in their soft mind trunks.

Boxing glove clouds learned to float like boomerangs,
Every mouth speaks, a different set
Of heavy heels,
Although, no one can stand to sit down.

With ferocious teeth, insides snarl,
And like a oil-stained heart,
I’ve felt an engine inside of my torso.
As each wheel clicks,
Everybody releases their ugly ghost;
Nobody can leash their ugliest ghosts.

There is an anvil coated with an uneven jacket,
That sits silently between our sides.
With crooked teeth,
How they hang like hooks,
Hundreds of holes made in our aura.

Dialect buzzes around my head,
Strings of words, bound like garland halos,
My skull is not a force field, but a sponge;
I will always keep your voice alive.

Sharp eyes meet with boomerang grace,
Though everything would implode,
Everything would destruct,
Everything would mean nothing;
If they laid vision on blue hands.

Like a curled telephone cord,
I have a tendency to disconnect,
Though, I cherish the receiver.

And like an elementary classroom
Plagued red and pink in February,
I’m not worried of tearing the paper,
I’m not afraid to smudge my cursive,
Because I know you keep infinite hearts.