An Orphan. Or Something
I am a bastard
carrying a mother’s tongue
dormant in discard.
These are lies i tell
when my mouth feels adopted
& people ask why.
I have my mother’s
language to describe a death
sentence: motherloss.
I am a bastard
carrying a mother’s tongue
dormant in discard.
These are lies i tell
when my mouth feels adopted
& people ask why.
I have my mother’s
language to describe a death
sentence: motherloss.