as of late

 Lately I sew my slivers of loneliness into handmade shrouds

    when I hear slight lisps in the rain's sopranos

Lately I wash my hair with burning intent to discard

    how I sigh with relief as grief drips to drown the confessions

Lately I slide forks beneath the fracture of my ribs 

    while I prong the corpse of errors strapped to my heart

Lately I peer down dried-up wells chiding echoes of my mother 

    where I hear her chiding of the sacrifice it took to love me

Lately I dress myself in fantastical costumes of translation 

    why I wear cloche hats to guise my intersectional presence

Lately I snip at seams stitched onto my hips

    where I fail to understand implications of my mother's lessons

Lately I tend to inhale when someone I love comes close

    how I grieve my mind's audacity to heed the rationale