07 May, 2016

Early Mother's Day poem

My mother knows how to fold fitted sheets

You can feel it too
That moment when it felt
like it wasn’t supposed to
The universe skipped a beat

The sheets are soft and evenly folded

I know which bone will break first
It’s completely sane to fear death
I can’t lose her
I don’t know how to be her

They all fit in the same way on the same day

Please tell me when I have to pray
I was told to look my best
when I am beheaded
I’ve always been the water

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