though we die a thousand times
I can feel my heart used as a rattle
right before I start our lullaby
We're at once uncertain of tenderness
yet totally convinced of its ending
bitterly tracing all my sentences
to revolt, recovery, everything
For a few hours today, things seemed to be okay and I did normal things. Then Amma got sent back to the ICU. And... Big A who seemed to be ...
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