Put Down That Heavy Kettle

Put down the heavy kettle I was not
a good mother I was a
good mother a little bit

pequeño pequeñito
pequeñissimo

a glass of wine

it’s after midnight just one the usual

swearing swearing
swearing

I was not a good mother I was

a good mother the tide moves
in the trees someone watches

from a window someone
who should get out

Originally appeared in Witness