It's almost Mother's Day Me and the other widows will commiserate Alone at Montessori again Straddling two worlds Between the crush of single parenting And the need for wailing in the woods Around a slash pile burning Into the night with tear crusted eyes I know I'm overcompensating In this PTSD disorientation From my brief time in the rich part of the city Now my hands stink like salmon skin Left out in the rain in the ash Of the fire from last night I haven't bathed in a while And no one's near me If there's significance in where you live Let it all go and follow love and intuition Today the tabloids told the world you separated me And see what's there My phone began dinging more than usual In the open sky It was just like the day they found out that we'd gotten married Because we're all gonna die Unwanted attention From an inhumane delirious absurd Other world that keeps trying to eat you I woke up quivering, raw, and heartbroken again Took my daughter to the garbage dump And rifled through the free pile And stood next to the pit The crows and ravens circling spoke to us And we spoke back to them But nothing is real Except this one thing Please remember at the bookstore in the poetry corner upstairs I slept with my head on your lap