I am locked in listless
Three-month cry and jag...
Danced out,
spread purple paints on toes,
can't hold our heads up/since 0530
watched lonely storms roll over as a lazy stream
baby still cries....
i mumble low
tough out my quiet and speak
"kristin hersh"
stone hands type out infant xanax
gram's tightened and calloused vocal cords
whisper
slippershell
Thanx for helping me get the baby to sleep, kristin.
Aynie.