"It's about words, and words are all I have…"


66   (6?🧛🏻‍♀️)

about to be born  8:10 am  down the lifeshute

(it must have hurt  right?) but whatthefuckdoiknow?

she was 33   beauty  breathing+screaming   for me


+probably alone  men confined in dank holding rooms

linoleum + laudanum   Easter Sunday eh  chicks rabbits

and such   mixed in with flowers  + blood



her description full of wonder  like everything else about her

purechild in adult form  memories etched into that day  along

with our  primal screams


merrily merrily merrily  merrily 

life is but a dream 🚣🚣


both of us slimy+struggling to breathe  now fastforward to

66 + 99  we are together once again  on a bed   (brother who

stole my crib  playing jazz into wee hours)


last breath 3 am   up the deathchute

i was  her mother  by then














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