my mother sends messages to herself
about how the angels cry to her
and she needs to buy more soup on the way home
she hopes the ocean will be quiet tonight
my mother sends messages to herself
i wonder how many years the texts go back
she will light four candles tonight
only one will make it to the morning
my mother sends messages to herself
about poke bowls and soul retrieval
claiming that she is an empty nest
she won't take her medication tomorrow
my mother sends messages to herself
stumbling from one beach to another
mumbling that the devil knows her address
her door lies scattered on the dock
my mother sends messages to herself
hands shaking as she buys another pack
begging for it to be the final time
she will not answer the phone tomorrow
11.05.2024