eyes open,
“i don’t want to feel
anymore.” gasping
in front of my mother–
mourning sobs i can’t
fathom for the lonely
cracks through voice
mail & real time news
against my ears–how
he bought potato salad
nothing like my grandma’s.
or the boy who texts me
looking for you, Jesus.
& i want to whisper: he
saved you. he saved you.
he saved you. all of these
people i (you) dearly love,
& my heart willows.
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