A Plane Crashes Into Mother

[billy]

i really like this but i have one problem, is it real or is the fiction of the young child within the poem. either way i'd like to see it made a little clearer. the last two stanza make me think it's not a fantasy but i'd still like to be solid in that belief.

thanks for the read.

Her rawhide whip whirls in the kitchen air
as a self-righteous cow looks with disapproval
at the leather-clad milkman and madness
just inside the door.

Mom's smiley face dims the sunrise
on days like this. With my report card in hand
she ransacks mementos sent by dad
for a pen to initial grades of failure. i think this stanza has some great images

Joe, the plumber pulls into the driveway,
readies his snake and plunger,
but they'll remain unsoiled.
Our neighbor'll never finish mowing his lawn. for me neighbor'll doesn't work as well as [neighbor will]

A cat shrieks. Sparrows splatter against potted plants.
Mom's sewing machine bursts,
sends needles flying through the house
as the Cessna's fuel explodes, turns my sisters

into single-parent children. I get shipped
to Michigan to live in a house areek with
Ancient Age and a piano in decomposition
beneath a framed oil
of deer fleeing trees aflame.