Mama,
there are moments
during night’s final yawn
when I can feel your warm breath
tickle my cheek.

I extend my arms only to embrace darkness.

More than anything,
I want to lay my head inside your mouth
and be swallowed whole.

I love what I do not have and
you are so far.

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It is Friday, 6:30 AM, Dev and the chicken are asleep. I am sitting at the kitchen table listening to the rain and the occasional car go by on Fort Street. The window shades are still drawn. I am thinking about our upcoming Holy Week and our fast-approaching journey.

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