ευσεβής πόθος

don't breathe your flames of fire on me.

don't look at me like i'm about to break.

because you have shoved upon me every silence,

pressed the state of wordlessness

down my throat

so that when my mouth

wraps itself around letters

the only words i can form

are yours ;

so that in some kind of

alternate dimension

i could pretend

i found a way to take care

of myself

all the years you were supposed

to do it

and when you come back

i'm hope you can see

that i've grown

that i'm pressed suits

and maybelline finishers

that i'm high heels

and tied hair

and maybe you'd see

and someday

you'd want me again,

momma.

-dina xx