happy napowrimo. if 2016 was change and 2017 was a time to recover, the 27th is a year of loss and memory.
thanks for tuning in.
01: t.e., 2001
when you told us about your college roommate
dead in her room, trauma
after a long weekend
those were the things that crossed my mind during spelling tests
dr seuss day
rolling stones pins taunting you
you lost your tongue
i came home to my first period that year
rust on my panties
calcified white at the edges
the twin towers were hit and you sat in silence
your tongue wagging
your lips dry