honey, i'm going to make it out alive.

a devotion to babble

to a life (mis)led by quoting indifferences -
i offer you subtleties, niceties. it is worthwhile
for a few minutes of peace, while my mother massages a migraine.
to my father nursing his negligence in a hospital bed while
the women phone for reassurance that their lives could be worse.
this gossip mill, i am not this rumour of a child, silent.
my life is not run by the words on your lips.