She said, “you should have
never been born.”
I heard, “you have been alive,
now go to hell and be gone.”
I slept on this, that night.
For love and loss, I cried.
My god would have
none of it.
I smiled and
never spoke to her again.




mother is the name for god in the lips and hearts of little children.
                                       – william makepeace thackeray.