I’ve been rolling up the ink- stain tears that you left thrown everywhere – on the trees, the tea scraps, my palm.
I will save them for the day when you can open the cupboards to let some air in and recognize my face.
© Lauren Bernhagen 2012
I’ve been rolling up the ink- stain tears that you left thrown everywhere – on the trees, the tea scraps, my palm.
I will save them for the day when you can open the cupboards to let some air in and recognize my face.