“You have no idea how much I’m suffering.”

you’re on the phone with your mother again,   but in this dream, you are                                    screaming                    endlessly                                                endlessly                        endlessly. no words careen          out of your broken mouth                        just guttural,                                    wounded sound.                                                you are           ceaseless, you give                                                            no room for her to respond, but in this dream,            she doesn’t feel the need to.                                                                          in this dream,                                                                                   she understands.

“I am tired to my bones of the heinous ways of this world.”

“I’m ashamed I don’t trust anger. I’m ashamed I don’t trust the idea of home.”

“I was a girl gulping a woman’s grief.”