“Mama,” you’ll say. “Mama, Mama.” And I’ll be the one to blame. Taking a second fall that never pushes back against a tide of shits and mouthful of fucks. Nameless and easy to point out the pangs of absence and guilt. Useless and replaced with something even more robust and diligently cared for.
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Naked Emotion
We sit in makeshift bleachers, faces in darkness, weight shifting from thigh to thigh in anticipation. I close my eyes for what feels like seconds, and a light flashes from behind my lids. I open […]