엄마도 날 사랑했어

When I speak to you I speak while listening to my mother’s voice, connected to the integral thread of missing people in my life I’ve only known through a diminished body of one or two sentences. The vulnerability breaks me & directly to my heart it unveils a forgotten softness the world still can’t see. No spotlight glows there. It’s like the best secret I’ve ever known. Tucked away in our handmade fort, surrounded by cloths & sticks & creased ideas scratched onto paper, realized by how we meet in thought- Darkened by night & reflecting animals crossing the sky, imagining life all over again. It twinkles against our cloth canopy, intertwined & alive. It’s just for you & me. The sound is so easy, the trust is so free. This is where I’ll call you, just you & me, where language is a piece of me I’ve held so close, the sheerest feather falling from my mind to my eyes- remembering how she told me she loved me so deeply cheek to cheek.

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