"She never saw God in her fits—
not the way the others did: what if
God was a vulture licking her clean, her words
a machine-hand rigging her legs back
as she sang, her mind a sack of apologies
"Good luck peeling the flesh from bone
all by your lonesome. A mother or a crone
is necessary. Someone to heat the water.
Someone to lie and tell you it’s fine
to get in."
I love my cats, but omg I have a cat hair in my eye and it hurts so bad. My eye is tearing up and smearing my makeup omg.
Long hair don’t care. Mean muggin all day. 💁👊