My mother,

poor woman

somehow she was

always the victim

of splitting and fucking,

fucking and splitting.

For example

that last guy,

he was a split

personality.

He split all kinds

of things like

the front door,

Mother's flower

pots; once

he even split

her forehead open—

blood everywhere.

But Mother said

he could fuck,

so she kept him around

until that time

he really fucked

up at the movies:

The Aviator

was playing that day,

something in that

must have set him

off, but who

knows with split

personalities.

Anyway,

He started kicking

her so hard,

Mother screamed—

It must have been

ear-splitting

because they stopped

the whole movie;

the police came

and took him away.

That's when my mother

finally split

up with that fucker.