You have your grandmas face
Like your shadow
Betraying you in the dark
Like a tree
Transformed into an illusion
When the moon shares its light
Sometimes when you laugh
Her chin appears on your face
And it scares me
Cause her blood is in you
Deep red with a veiled purpose
My sweet girl
With your grandmas blood
That craves for a monster.
I accept a call from a prison inmate.
It’s my little brother with a silly name.
Not cause he’s crazy
or cause he loves the antics of bugs bunny.
My mom started calling him that when he was a baby.
These calls are a dollar a minute.
Looney and my older sister don’t speak.
So he calls me whenever he gets in trouble
So I charged my debit card 10 dollars.
Leaving me 4 in my account.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’m good. Could you call rah?”
Rah is his girlfriend.
I was in the middle of washing dishes.
I dried my hands and merged the calls.
He talked to her like it was just another day.
I left the phone on speaker.
I went into the living room
and told my boyfriend
How stressed I was.