My mom’s nickname is Binny
she says she and my dad fucked like rabbits 
she didn’t say it like that
she did call her six children bunnies 
that makes me one of Binny’s bunnies

She reorganized some Christmas figurines while we talked
picking up different ones and putting them in like rows
the Santa sleds, together
the wooden ones that collapse when you press a button, together

When Paul told Christians to only have one spouse,
he was only talking to church leaders

My mom went to at least one protest outside an abortion clinic in the eighties 

The very first commandment,
before any of the rest, was be fruitful and multiply

I did that 

I know she’d drive me to one if I needed it

In many ways, we have the same body,
asymmetrical breasts, soft skin, stretchy limbs,
I was the best in my class at the sit and reach
making all the gymnasts jealous
it makes for fun party tricks
it makes for sex tricks too

She’s permeable

I don’t have to convince her to leave the cult
she’s already on her way out,
with a collection of trinkets she picked up on the way,
too flexible to be controlled