i’ve been showered in marigolds. his eyes light up watching the body in slumber over the cotton, it doesn’t
move for a while. two collared necks call in saying they will miss you, but the rose doesn’t belong to me.
put it in a vase i’ll bleed it out before the week is up
my aeolian mothers shrivelled with the arsenic on their cheeks. she had lead along her waterlines. they say
it’s supposed to make you see further ahead but she left spinning
i just thought she’d really make it, you know? tumi amar sona, you are my gold, you are my precious, my love
… the silence that follows keeps ringing
i’m still here btw, splintered mother tongues and all
how dare they
hwo dare the
hhw dae the y
owa h dae htye
my chest splits in two and i’m trying to put it back together. i don’t know, she shouldn’t have left it to me.
her husband looks at me like i am a dirty street dog, but i am trying and there isn’t anyone to help me.
… so tell me about the human struggle?
fight or flight, sir. the purpose of life is to keep staying alive, but her brain doesn’t work that way so you
can take all of that and just oust it
let me clear my throat before i begin
a water lily
a tenderness brought from a dark place (you brought it onto yourself. you and that stupid brain of yours i
love you). let them give you the murky waters and you can bring out the blossoms