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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