day one
May 12, 2019•71 words
for instance there is cold water
waiting for you to sleep; you never
liked milk for the odd taste it left
in your mouth - something between sour
and cream, smelling like mother's old
kiss that rotted in your throat;
now you are old, here is something else
it burns your throat. You want to hope
that it is water; perhaps tomorrow when
you call mother, you could tell her that.