My Mother is Dead


i’d had the first call
late in the morning.
my brother, the younger one
who i hardly talk to,
telling me ‘you should get up here,
matt. she’s really not good.’

i knew what it was
when the second call came.
i’d felt her go, ten minutes before
as i began the evening curry –

a small tug away from my chest,
like the last step of a long, formal dance.
the voice inside,
the one that gives me lines, said
‘stirring the onions,
my mother is dead.’

Matt Hetherington

Author: Matt Hetherington

Matt Hetherington has performed and published his poems for over 20 years throughout Australia, Europe, and America, including in the anthologies The Best Australian Poetry [2007, UQP], and The Best Australian Poems [2004, 2009, 2010, 2012, 2014, Black Inc.] His fourth collection of poetry [and first collection of haiku] For Instance, will be published in February 2015 by Mulla Mulla Press, and he is also on the board of the Australian Haiku Society. Some current inspirations are: Woolangabba/South Brisbane, Luce and Jess, Marlborough Sav Blancs, and plain old sunshine.