Monday, April 6, 2026

April 6: Breaking Night

 


Nothing takes away motherhood’s terrors. 

Every splinter in a tender barefoot toe, 

moan of dread, vomit peals breaking night, 

willing the stomach’s ignorance. 


Meet me in this place, will you? 

Save words for later. For now, close them 

into your fist, please silence the calm curl 

of words tightly, in a scroll you store 

in some cubby, some hidey hole 

you forget to surveil, forget even 

that you have lips or tongue, 

keep them dormant, 

take this single instance 

to thank your shut mouth.


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