Contributions by Natalie N. Caro

Why I No Longer Visit My Mother

We sit in the dim kitchen, faded papered walls
tinged in cigarette smoke and nicotine.
As usual, we discuss the past.
Behind a yellow cloud, she predicates
the good gospel of forgetting,
calling me a lemon mouthed ingrate,
silencing me only to incite me…

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