your wrinkled eyelids folded and folded upon / opening fields where I grow
The air opened and she was gone
“It feels like you have crossed a river you cannot cross back again”
What got you through those first few months of COVID? What comes to mind when I say, “body?” How will you live now?
The morning I was hit by a bicycle was the last time Ma asked me to do an errand before she left us to work in another country.
Atrocities happen all too often in real life, so it’s my hope that people can be less hurt while reading my novels.