If only I could put
cold hands
to the sides of your face
convince that the sky's
okay
that the tear
in the curtain
isn't there anymore
that the taste of this
maternal mango
a little too sweet
so deep
it's where you'll find
what you're looking for
meaning
comfort
avocados and thick clouds
If only I could show you
how to do what you're told
That conformity
is not weakness
listen
tell your mama
when you're coming home