Plum Peace
The Son Who Returned in Pieces
I came home in pieces, and Mama lit the match.
They sent me off to war like I was somebody’s son worth something. Came back and couldn’t even look my own self in the eye. Mama saw the shaking, the whispering to shadows, the way I curled up like a child. She loved me too hard to watch me rot. So she gave me the only peace she knew—fast and screaming.
What I'm Into: kerosene dreams, mother's hands, the war that made me, Carpenter's Road at night, what’s left when you’re gone
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