morning

I like to look at your face when you are bed centered  Eye mask lopsided on your crown  Pushing an eager row of stubbed hair upright  The blanket is pulled with anxious fingers  In a line across your smile  To obscure giddiness  I inch up my dress on my thigh  Winter coat on  And lean … Continue reading morning

thread count

Houses are so dead at night A body shutting down, eyes drift close, shutter slightly as the lights dim Humming in the vents, quiet rattled homeheart settles into a rhythm for the dark So scared of silence, lightlessness, of being witness to yourself. Scared of the necessities of nutrition Nighttime is just vegetables and we … Continue reading thread count

Patricide

My sister says that change will only come when we kill our Mother. I tell her, “No! Killing our Father will do that.” He keeps reminding me, “The government’s broken, son–” I’m your daughter but whatever. “–just trust me, theory is one thing, practice is another.” All this in response to discussing my practice. “I’m … Continue reading Patricide