“I moved to Malibu. I’ve spent not one day on the beach. Just spent a ton of money to be in my bed for weeks.
My son’s taken to running. He splashes in a creek. He looks just like his father, but he’s taken after me.
Familiar tension on your face. I know your little heart will break if you’re left locked inside a cage. You’ve gotta get out all that rage.
(I wish I gave you something better. But I don’t have much to give.)
Summoned you from above.
I put you in my blood.
Swallowed you up.
You will be loved, if it kills me.”
- Mother, 2022.
