wake me up if you wake up

There is something that I have to tell you now. Something I’ve been trying to avoid. But that isn’t going away. My sister is dying of cancer. I was told this by a mother with whom I am not otherwise in contact. Which used to be her choice. And now is mine. There are those who […]

anyone

              why are you already a home to me   and why was walking in on you, asleep on the couch to the left like walking through a dream i’d had as a child of the woman I would one day become   the taste and smell of your breath […]

the carpenter

“How did I do?” he texts. He’s big on feedback. Likely because he knows he’s good. “You fuck like a bull,” she teases him. “LOL. Yeah, I have a lot of different ways of fucking,” he responds, and she doesn’t think much about it. Until the next time, when he shows her some of the […]

keeping pace

Sometimes I wonder if the way I love Django is the same way other moms love their sons. Only because it feels so much different. Or maybe it feels the same, but in a dark side of the moon way. A few weeks before Django was born, his paternal grandfather called me from Chicago. “I’m just […]