"my mom showed up at my apartment today. i had a blunt in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other when she walked in. her mouth fell open and her eyes were wider than i thought possible. she stood there for a few seconds, frozen. then she just walked right back out. she left. just like you did."
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101 voicemails
Poetry"hey, it's me again..." 101 voicemails about loving, breaking, and healing.
