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Apr 2016
Tears—from, or in front of, or in the arms of
My mother, oh God, do I love her,
Breaking down faster than gravity can act on salt water.
The words dissolving under my tongue—
quicker than I can spit them out.

It hurts.
It ******* hurts.
Listening to Stairway to Heaven alone in my room.
My mother told me she has cancer yesterday.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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   Jocie and Busbar Dancer
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