but I can’t work it out:
are all the times a day I see your name a confirmation or
a warning?
Because there’s not a single night I wouldn’t run away with you
on grand adventures
or just to your pillowcase
but eagle wings are built to spread across the sky
not carry this weight.
Mother – can you hear me? I fear I’ve been screaming for years and now my voice is gone. But it still hurts.
It still
hurts.
