Apology soak during midday

A tender paint chipped face

plays a game with tablet paper & spare parts

while I wrestle their grit smile


The true copy points Northern

extinguishing janitorial small talk when it's time to close.

We dine too much,

but dining will last forever


Listen to me now,

I want you to crawl through your skinning

A clean break

for you

for me


Cross knock fine society

with bitter china your mother plans to give you on your

wedding day


I have already been a mother,

but I could not keep him glad.

Leave son,

my honesty is 100 black broken hinges