Trip to nowhere

by on August 18, 2020 :: 0 comments

My father
a giant tumor
My mother- ashes
scattered along
the railroad tracks
how many people
have breathed her in?
who will inhale me?
breathing in both
my sweetness
and disdain?

editors note:

In with a gasp, out with a sneeze. Gesundheit! – mh clay

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