for you, if I could find enough,
give a hundred of our truths
to your mother, the crazy lady
in the family that you love
and that you long to run from.
I am in awe of her heart, which has
healed more of my mother’s
hurts than I could ever think to.
I would sing songs for you, tell
your stories as my own, the left over
words after we’ve both exhausted separation.
I would envelop us both in total danger,
keep each path filled with risks.
Author notes
(for josee)
with respect to Sherman Alexie
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