rescinded raze forty-two years and a day after your body brought me into this broken world, your name appears at the top of my screen like a torn strip of ticker tape. you've sent a facebook friend request two decades and change on the other side of our unraveling. you, mother_of_mine. i think of the_last_time_i_saw_you. your face before it fell apart. how you're only real to me now in pictures and the films that flicker in the margins of my sleeping mind. by the time i arrive at the scene of your latest crime, you've taken it all back, replacing your wordless plea with the same silence that's stood between us for more than half as long as i've been yours. i stare at the space where an olive branch was before you snapped it between your palsied fingers. this is as close as we'll come to touching for the rest of our lives. 250817 what's it to you? who go blather from