mother put up the decorations for the party.
They were blue and orange and yellow. Father’s favorites.
I waited to give him my own present, which i held firmly between my two small hands.
and then we waited […]
something that rocks you back and forth at night while your mother screams.
something that caresses your hair as your little sister shrieks.
something that croons to you as you lie awake listening to your […]
i can taste your voice in my mouth.
the music dances on my skin.
but i cannot hear it