A mother's love
Is
Everlasting
Always
The front row
Seat
While embracing
Her
Concert ticket
Except
The performance
Is
Lost
Vibrating fear
As
Her heart
Issues
An Amber alert
Searching
After school
Programs
Nowhere
For
Attendance
Only
Her child
Is partially
Found
Drugged
On corners
Like
The finger
Caught
Gradually
Wiping
Each tear
Tough love
They say
Each smack
Across the face
For
Joking
About Oscar
So
Ridiculed
By color
As fashion
Continues
To
Coordinate
Exclaims
I await
Surely
A mother's womb
Regrets
To harness
Clamped down
Holding
It's
Umbilical
Do not
Leave me
For
The other side
It plugs
Fears
Tragically
A Fire hazard...
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
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