[the sunshine rolled] the sunshine rolled and folded maillard inlain bedecked in salt crystal sawn in two draped / across vast pink sheared from the great landrace peppered with silt dry treatment a cure / the subterranean honeycombed vesicle enjunction torrents of slick olive drowning cowsmilk / lenses brought too to a toast sleeping twins atop cloudgrain starburst a fork and knife / mommy and i
Photograph of Mom, myself, and Penelope. We're wearing a low cut thin-strapped white dress with a sparse floral pattern. Also, a gray cardigan, which sags off our left shoulder. Also blue jeans with too many pockets. Sandals. Chest-length brown hair. Blue beaded bracelets. In that bathroom that reminds us of that bathroom.
mommy,, i know it's only been three hours.. I know it's been more than three days; hell, more than three years. You can wake up now. We'll make biscuits and gravy. I'll open the window and it will only sound of trees outside. Get up. Don't make me come in there and resurrect you. #poetry #plural