Mother.
My laugh is starting to
Sound like yours?

Soak it up,
buttercup!

It's all you're good for.

Dry,
and you die.

the words fell softly upon her skin
whether good or bad
that’s a mercy
only a touch could bring

they floated gently,
a caress.

she is numb to the pain

it sounds like fuzz
since you've left
it's almost funny

everything sounds fuzzy
and my heart grows frantic
but all i can hear is fuzzing

i wonder if you can describe the silence too,

i'll learn every constellation
to remember your eyes

for the flush upon your face
take a picture of the sky
every sunrise

i'll fall asleep in my coffee
just to see you in my dream

please-
please let me see-
please i want to see-

on that rooftop
i looked into the distance
and wondered why i couldn't see

i wondered
why the world stops.

but i realized
if you fly,

the world never stops.