[00:02.88] It's almost Mother's Day[00:06.82] Me and the other widows will commiserate[00:12.88] Alone at Montessori again[00:20.58] Straddling two worlds[00:24.39] Between the crush of single parenting[00:30.85] And the need for wailing in the woods[00:34.13] Around a slash pile burning[00:37.40] Into the night with tear crusted eyes[00:42.86][00:47.18] I know I'm overcompensating[00:53.02] In this PTSD disorientation[00:58.86] From my brief time in the rich part of the city[01:04.28] Now my hands stink like salmon skin[01:07.85] Left out in the rain in the ash[01:10.14] Of the fire from last night[01:12.56] I haven't bathed in a while[01:15.16] And no one's near me[01:16.54][01:16.76] If there's significance in where you live[01:21.58] Let it all go and follow love and intuition[01:26.04] Today the tabloids told the world you separated me[01:30.35] And see what's there[01:32.13] My phone began dinging more than usual[01:35.59] In the open sky[01:37.14] It was just like the day they found out that we'd gotten married[01:41.11] Because we're all gonna die[01:43.46] Unwanted attention[01:46.29] From an inhumane delirious absurd other world that keeps trying to eat you[01:53.55][01:56.76] I woke up quivering, raw, and heartbroken again[02:04.41] Took my daughter to the garbage dump[02:07.80] And rifled through the free pile[02:10.48] And stood next to the pit[02:14.19] The crows and ravens circling spoke to us[02:19.66] And we spoke back to them[02:26.74] But nothing is real[02:29.30] Except this one thing[02:32.47][02:36.64] Please remember at the bookstore in the poetry corner upstairs[02:48.59] I slept with my head on your lap