My body feels so burnt
from you and it. Two heats
ago, wildflower wildfires got
me through those arguments,
and I thank Lana every time I
listen to those flowers again.
I still have dreams of my
maternal saying she'll leave
by the end of the month, like rent,
and then I wake up, dripping tears
like an intravenous drip downwards.
One cry, one breath, and I smile like
she'd never leave. But the dreams
keep happening, except they may
now be real life, rather than imagination.