i’ve already cried over you

so my mom died in january
& i didn’t find out until march
& now her funeral is scheduled for next week.
though i vowed not to go to her funeral should she die, i am going. me, the minions, & the dad are trekking down to texas.

this “poem” is a string of things said between my mom & me. not really a conversation. i’m not sure we ever actually had a conversation.