anxiety – Magic Mama

healing.

there is no rhythm to the remembering, / no time or space or elaborate calling

words are fraying tethers.

The interior of our childrens schools feel other-wordly now, dare we place a toe over the treshold.

I thought of the end and / I met it for what it was.

hound the ones with rounded edges

it took a year for it / to die, shelled and / alone in a far corner of / the unkempt living room.

descend and dissolve

because I don't / know how to know / it any other way

the thought of it being anything other than a chair scares you.

you have the wicked ability / to paint flowers as death's invitation.