and they all say it happens at 3 am
but it hit me hard at 5:03
sitting at the dinner table
with my family
trying to answer their questions
but all i could think about
were your hands
your voice
your body
your words
they were wrong
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Poesíaa collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
