My Mother’s Body Was a Question Mark
My mother’s body was a question mark. I am unsure if I am the answer that followed. My mother’s body
My mother’s body was a question mark. I am unsure if I am the answer that followed. My mother’s body
I am trying to give these poems a home I am sometimes too afraid to house them in my body
A discarded headline, a byline, a whisper your voices are barely audible I strain my ears to hear your truth