I scream
/
I scream at a hospital bill for naught.
I scream at your big brother for things that aren’t his fault.
I scream “I’m fine” at all the well-intentioned questions.
stone pillows
/
sometimes I pull out
my old map of the world
it’s foreign now, but recognizable
the familiar landscapes are still there
I just can’t visit them anymore
a love song from the early days
/
this cursed body of mine, a walking grave,
a shallow coffin,
now scarred by an indescribable kind
of maternal violence
that i shudder to absorb
