I’ve had lots on my mind this week. Here’s three poems I wrote. Enjoy!
I slept in my mom’s room for a week after she died. I wish I had written down what it felt like, but I don’t think I had it in me. I found her green juice in the fridge one day that week. I left it there for a while. I think I ended up drinking it. Being home, turns out, is still hard. Here are some haikus:
Crucifixion sounds awful. I’ve been thinking about it a lot this week. I can’t imagine having to endure it. I tried to put it into words here.
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