Monday, December 17, 2012


every day I live my roots
praying to mary,
blessed antithesis of my self
co-dependent but warm
 i pray to mary that
she will save me

crouched by my bed i live my roots
pray to mary that i am not my mother
that the face in the mirror is faceless

bleary mornings i live my roots
explain to the wallpaper
why i can't speak

because in this bedroom
time stops
and stuffed animals kneel
on the blanket of my heart
where bedbugs bite and women fall over and over again

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