we live on tiny scraps

[poem] a tiny poem about tiny things that are quite large

did the doctor call yet?

trader joe's had stel+mar for 9 bucks, i grabbed some for you

seven instagram messages sent in a row, because your best friend is on the toilet/waiting at pickup/has a moment to herself 

and she thought of you. and wanted to make you laugh/cry/think/know you were thought of.

and loved.

i brought that little cheese you like. i know it makes you fart.

yes, i would love for your daughters to paint my nails and talk to me about what's real 

let's sit in the driveway while the kids ride bikes 
we can talk about the price of eggs or when an egg became my baby and maybe, somehow, that small scrap of me will change a part of the world
your world
and that small part
of me
of him
of her
will change a big world

tiny scraps

i'm running to the store, do you need anything?

i loved this book, borrow it - no rush

come over for pizza

i heard about the job - we brought you flowers. their loss.

did you watch Dexter? 

we're going to the ER. i'll keep you posted

wanna run errands together? 

totally

eyes meet, ok guys, two minutes to go!

tiny scraps

i get it

UGH

they say it's normal for this age

i know

i heard

of course, i won't even put on a bra, i'm on my way

did you get that house i sent you? i know, but IMAGINE.

me, too

i don't have to get it, but i get you. i hear you. i see you.

i love you.

tiny scraps