I am a little soft shell massacre
in scarred flesh with two tattoos
and many complexes. I don’t have a life. I’m on the edge of something
to the next thing & I’m a little selfish I want the assurity you’ll be there whenever wherever I meteor – fall.
You know there were times my mother would pinch my dog’s ears & he would yelp so loud | I always hated the sound. I couldn’t guess why she did this. All I know is my dog is dead now.
I’m used to underestimation. Maybe you are too & we’re twins. People tend to shrug off what can’t be quickly understood. Then comes the call for my replacement but I left the station. People might have shrugged you off too. You might have narcissistic family too. You might be petrified of repeating the process of generational trauma too. Maybe it’s all two-way mirrors but I hope there’s a radio just so
I might hear you tell me not to go.
–LM