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my mother is hungry
and i am too small to speak full sentences she can't find a penny in her pocket she is close to tears later underneath the florescent lights she stares out the window while feeding me bits of pastrami the walls are mint green but her sadness is the yellow of a dying sunset we haven't found a home she just holds me in her arms at bus stops until she gets tired we sleep on grey bus seats ride in to the night when she finds our home the man holds my neck up against the wall i try to call for her but see in her eyes that this is how it must be i have to make this man love me and i do she falls farther away he gets so close i can't breathe when he holds a pillow over my face i look out the bus window he can't see all those places we could have stayed and she chose here i lay still until he thinks he has killed me laughs anyway i am a good little girl because i want to die my mother is in the next room staring at a computer she can't hear me now he made it like that i know she is looking out the bus window i wish i could see her
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AuthorMichelle Tinklepaugh Archives
June 2023
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