The Opiate: Winter 2021, Vol. 24

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Mama Said Ron Kolm When I was young My Mother said to me: “Son, you got big tender chops Don’t get eaten – Save your butts & ends And keep your navel clean.” But me, A victim of circumstance From way back, met her, The salamander center of the universe Who gave to me The perfect bed of tongues And now all I want to do Is live on the edge of her dream. I hold my eyes In my hands Like two hot coals. O God Make me fleet, Grant me speed.

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