my love,
mother sobs on the phone
curls inside a single bed
of fatigued prayers
with a tongue
half-eaten with regrets
& apologies like dry leaves
shuddering
an empty street
my love,
sister came by the house
& prepared a bath of rosewater
buried me within the softness
of her touch
washing & weaving
my body
my skin
my pit
of purple blackened blood
i heard her weeping
my name
in a hidden breath
of sadness
my love,
the sky is pouring
all the cries i held back
my mind dissolves me
into strangers'
stretched glances
lurking from the outside
anger penetrates me
so cruelly
anger is burning me alive
i am alienated
in-between
& anger alone remains
for me
my love,
in intimate nights
i collapse
into violent devotion
& i write letters
cursed with
denial
come back to me
come back home to me
