Says–not said–because that improper grammar is embedded in half my DNA– that the disrespect I have for her was given to me by my father. She denies this half of me. But here, this woman, my mother, says these words to me on mother’s day. The day of thanks we give to her for life [...]
I swore to you my dear that I would no longer throw my love around like a bird caught in the house. the death of a loved one, she once said. yearly, a crow, flying around the ceiling, backing faux wood/brown-flat-Dutchboy-painted rafters, sought reprieve atop the black-iron rods, the 70s striated-and-draped/hand-sewn-and-pleated musty curtains which crisped [...]
