find me

in the space

between breaths

between this world

and the one

you cannot see

*

after the divorce

naked became

mother's normal

so desperate for attention

she demanded it

from her children

*

to one, I am meek

to another, aggressive

my hands

are cut and tired

from holding your mirror

*

how twilight

blankets trees

ashamed

I cover

my aging body

*Published in Atlas Poetica 32