- Vol. 01
- Chapter 11
dear motherit happened again, maman.
just the way it happened
with you -- that night, just before
dawn came without you.
he walked in late, maman, smelling
i wanted to touch him -- tell him I
forgave him -- tell him it was okay, maman.
because i am a woman.
these scars, maman. these bloodied
lines against my breast. . .they connect me
but we are buying a dog, today.