I ENVISION MY MOTHER AS A CHILD CONVERSING WITH god. words for music when she peers into the sky with three hollow sockets for eyes. some place over the edge of vision a piano plays. her father’s face is covered by spools of polyester clouds and his words sound like the hollow hum which is only heard as one crafts a still-life, the pear next to the orange next to three apples, each of them more rotted than the one drawn beside it. the mask gives form to air. i feel my throat knot as i open my mouth. next to the mask, a doll takes the place of every thing that was not yet there. ✱✱✱
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