Mother’s Day

bittersweetsymphoniesechofor thismotherless childit has beenalmost two decadesbut fingers still itchto pick upold-fashioned receiveron Sundayspunch in your numbertell you about the 90’sElijah earned on spring finalshear you laugh that Alis indeed my karmaroll your eyesacross the milesat my latest tattoo we were puzzlesto each othermismatched piecesthat oftenrubbed and chafedI was neversoft cardboardwas I?lasered steel perhapssharp around … Continue reading Mother’s Day