head permed heavy because rain don’t dare touch us. on certain mornings you can hear it deep in conversation with itself. i can’t the rain says. for it is written that so...

Every day is yesterday & like the loneliness of water, I have always existed. My body brackets a quiver in a world that doesn’t love us. Despite the tyrants,

First spring rain and I can’t begin a line like this again without remembering  you were here this time last year. When I think of  being a mother, my mind goes blank like...