I awokeFifteen months afterI could feel an echo of herA longing to reconnectThe missing-you part of grief“I should call her” Fully awakeI knew there could beNo phone callShe was long goneBuried for five seasons A series of unusually pleasant dreamsGifted me with respiteEnded in wakingTo continue my grief.

Dear Mother,I consider myself an expertIn dead mothers.I have twenty-two years of experienceTending to my mother wounds,Hoping to heal themBefore they wound my children.At this point,I’m not sure you make myTop five listof dead people I’d like to have over for dinnerBut maybe if it were possibleWe could go for coffee instead.Unlike those on my… Read more