Once upon a time,
I used to describe you as...

When the coldness
that comes along with emptiness...

I'll abort you,
right here...

I am not mad at men,
I am mad at the boy who has a gorgeous...

I've been collecting things
lately, time, flat tummies, belly piercings...

Squeezed me
like an orange...

Lord,
let rain pour over me...

I've been studying you,
little girl...

After you, I tried.
I can promise you I did...

I remember this one time,
when I was thinking so deep...

Bring to me,
a bouquet of black roses...

"write about a mother's experience
raising a child with down syndrome&quot...