mom,
one dayday unknown, but known to be,
I’ll have to hear your laugh in the crowsand smell your skinin the wet bark of a tree,
what will itbe like
tohear
the morningrobin’s song —
so sweetso consistentso indifferent —
after you’re gone.
one star faded and a constellation was revealed.
-
leaving the bathroom door ajar and other delicious rebellions of the newly single.
You weren’t my first love. Not even my fifth.I didn’t notice you, I couldn’t.
I was fighting for me, my family.You were invisible. Irrelevant. Might as well be inanimate.