Dear Mom

by Hanna Mangold. This poem appeared in Boshemia Magazine: Technology & the Sublime.

dear mom   

you better listen up

because it will sound like

i love you, but it will come out

like grass stains

on my easter dress like

cigarettes on my breath like blood on

my sleeves like vomit in my hair

your broken nose, my black

eye. your ghosts,

my angels. your endless love,

your little bird bones, the dark

green waters of your soul.

be happy. be

happy. be happy.