The woman who held me 10 years is dead.
But this is about me, how I got here, survived
the cold, bronchitis, you name it – to be.
Did you imagine it! – me with osteoporosis,
thin hair, hitting the hay at 9 bro because…
If she was
here to see her boy beholden,
a burden, blowing off on the hard
floor; fixed by the dust of the floorboards,
brushing the crumbs of his sheet…
But this is 10/15 years hence:
the word is like a bell, or a chest infection
that brings me back to the world.