I have given my mother’s body into others’ hands; have trusted her unsteady gait, her porous bones, her sleepless nights and the music she
It’s falling heavily now, as they said it would, in splashing thuds against the northern windows, brutally, as if it would break and enter.
They buried you, without us. My memory contains the top of your head, a lifesaver I spat into the middle, my legs wrapped around