No one wants to know

by | Apr 16, 2023 | Contemporary Epistolary Forms Day 2

No one wants to know about the mess left in the back of the fridge.themossy green on the cheese the bruisey blue threading the bread. What would it mean to anyone now, so many days later?

No one wants to know about the mess love left in the back of your heart. The bulgy pulp of blood that stopped flowing, the sludge of beats slowed back down to everyday. What on earth could it mean to anyone now, so many months later?

No one wants to know about the mess you left on your mother’s thigh when you screamed yourself alive. The goo of you everywhere, a broke open egg. And later the scramble you made when your parents couldn’t love each other after all and you became a zigzag of Saturdays and weekday visits and you’re never find found anyway to make a straight after that. What could, it mean, could it possibly mean to anyone all of those years and years later?

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