soft hunger

peel back the layer

pull back the covers

of the morning 

run your eyes, 

and open wide 

listen to the quiet 

feel the sore muscles

the soft hunger 

the ache of memory 

when you remember, suddenly 

the things you already know

but they hurt again, each time

3/1

you didn’t tell me 

i didn’t know how

it wasn’t your fault 

i’ll fix it somehow 

i never waited

i always moved on

usually happy 

singing a song 

it was my dad

words that he said

stabbed into me

left me for dead

it was your mom

her curious judgement

they couldn’t keep

in step with our movement