At 49 i am tired.
Exhausted by death.
My pair of nonnas
Both of my nonnos.
My three cousins who died tragically in their 20’s.
Clients accidentally injecting too much heroin.
The deepest hole-
The deepest cut-
My beloved, complicated mother.
The irony is that death will never end.
Texts and emails and phone calls will never stop.
i breathe in.
tears when i try and breathe out.