The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I

Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up

Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times

I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no

My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?

When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose