Author of "I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me"

Mama gave me a small bottle of magic
To give me relief when my aches go tragic.
Lather on my skin, potion of turmeric
As long as I don’t go at it esophagic.

Common wisdom says mothers know best.
Now is the time to put that to the test.
I shake it. I roll it before flipping the lid.
Trust her again like I did as a kid.


This was originally published on March 5, 2019.

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