fried eggs for breakfast

And now I’m caught in a loop of who I was and who I’ll never be again.

The week I turned 21

I watch the whiteness collide,
crash into dark waves as bubbles 
pop like bullet holes

News From The Kitchen Table

I’m half and half. But not the kind you put in morning coffee. I can’t be poured into a green ceramic mug and be expected to swirl in with one rotation of the spoon.

Cold Coffee

What if mother sees my sorrow,
or worse, my regrets inked on paper

Helena Ducusin

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