Do you Understand

My mother was a maidservant do you understand?My mother went cold and rotten insideNot able to say, "I need a rest"All she saw was space wanting the space to tightenShe never lifted her eyesOne day HemingwayWill bend a girl over a chairRemember how sweet the boys can beLie down like some crushed pigeonSay it again my mother was a maidservantShe never went to SpainShe drank she split the blue veinBathing only in the poemHalf-human in the stone café