morphine
breathing room
to leave this space
this time
illusion of life

mom,
I could squeeze you for eternity
let you cry
hold my waist
salty tears
to taste

from the day I was born
the rasp of her voice lingered
like cigarette smoke
silouhette
her magnitude of love
sharing the appreciation for beauty
and laughter

afraid of clowns
death awaits
where there are no clowns
peace be with you.