We were always trying to get her attention. ‘Your mother is busy,’ said our father. ‘She is an important woman.’
It’s the one about the bears and their blonde:
In their many beds I left many cells,
called my multiple personalities down
D is for dragon and damsel, diamond and diadem. For deciduous woods, their dropping leaves.
This hurts a lot, but it’s true. It is astral projection gone wrong.
My sister puts petals back into the earth.
as a child I couldn’t sleep
my parents tried ignoring me holding me
stroking fingers down my back
but still I cried into the winter nights
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Our father is a woodcutter driven to drink, and when he drinks he likes to talk.