a reading of the poem by the author

Her body. Her whole body.

Her holy body.

She’s forgotten the time she fell, but she knows the story well.

She has a lot of confusion in her system.

She’s itching, she’s purging, she’s burning.

She’s freezing, she’s wailing, she’s melting.

Liquescent.

Liquefaction.

Decay.

Extinction.

Quietus.

Release?

She wants to come home, to return.

The kids are too sick to come for her and care for her.

They have holes in their bodies. Their holy bodies.

They don’t remember, and they don’t know the stories well.

The kitchen sink is broken.

We have a lot of confusion in our systems.

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