I've grown weary
writing of you...

I'm not quite as restless as the
last rainfall. Though some may...

My cousin's pregnant during a pandemic.
We're the same age. We share the same first name...

they won't ask if you're not presenting
a closed art gallery...

Last night, I had a dream­
that she was dying...

This morning, she blared classical music
from the master bedroom. I know it was to...

You have band-aids on your arm again.
But they're not bandages, your skin...

I think about you, every so often, when a
90s pop song plays on the radio and how you...

I carry this sadness with me,
I carry it in my heart...

Sunny days aren't promised to us.
I repeat this, my mantra, as Fleetwood Mac...

I've lost faith in
so many things...

You've ruined it again for us,
just like you've ruined my hope for...