Bob Pope returns to FC with a provocative poem Samantha Quince Devastated   by Death of Biological Mother   The fingertips of one of the older woman’s hands land lightly on her breast like a mosquito.   Excuse me? she says.  You are my biological mother, Samantha Quince says.   Ah, I see, she says, a film crew.   Mother said to come when I can drive myself.    How nice you got your license.   That’s my adoptive mother’s car.   It looks so easy to handle.   I wanted, no needed to see you.   I have lemonade. Do you like tea?   I was inside you. I came like a moon out the side of a planet.  …this woman this stranger my mother, so familiar and weirdly unfamiliar at the same time staring like she doesn’t know me… Wait, what’s this?  Taken in…

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