mouthings
a brother
dodges
suicide
with a piece
of paper
that doesn’t
work. a mother’s
blood
goes white
at the ink
of amnesia.
bus stop, breastmilk
there was
no me.
at what would god
not
be caught
dead? speaking
is how we talk
to the words
we say.
kingsoftrain 
love this!
honestly, thanks for reading.