Every Day

I remember how life all started
the sweet supple singing of mother
the way she’d dance with me to her music
standing on her toes
feeling free
her language as a poem
how the bruises faded away
not hearing dad
how not even the smell of tea could break us away
I remember not remembering.
stepping on old phonebooks and bibles
her made up rhymes not rhyming
not thinking about the monster under my bed
replacing the screaming with her
the lemon soap smell
her polyester bosom against my cheek
her words cutting into the static around us
I remember it every moment of every day

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