Poetry
Ma
They say all mothers have their remedies
Ours did too
First Tea Tree, then Aloe Vera, then that everything cream for the everything-hurt of every broken skin
I remember she used to stroke my forehead to rest
On those sleepless nights
she taught me to clench every bone and breath of my body
and I did. Until my fisted nails etched into my palms
and exhale.
Just Stress
The first consolation
‘It’s just stress’, the doctor said.
I send a text message, then worry it’s all wrong.
But if I remove it, they’ll know what I’ve done.
Because Whatsapp forgot that people embarrassed about their texts
Are just as embarrassed about needing to delete them.
They stormed the scientology building
They stormed the Scientology building
And it was arbitrary
But at least there was the smell of sweat
Rough concrete against skin
A wall to climb