this is the story of a happy/broken family
my daughter asks me for a cake/brother
but we don’t have enough eggs
the shells crack but nothing comes out
my husband lies with/to me at night
his voice heavy on the edge of everything
we fall together but land separate
i sit/cry in the room upstairs
and think about repainting it again
the blue doesn’t fit this house anymore
but we don’t have enough eggs
the shells crack but nothing comes out
my husband lies with/to me at night
his voice heavy on the edge of everything
we fall together but land separate
i sit/cry in the room upstairs
and think about repainting it again
the blue doesn’t fit this house anymore
Originally Published in Rag Queen Periodical