Ma, matha

Your eyes are your truth-tellers.

You never really had a poker face.

Your brows furrow or your eyes light up or your lips part as if to say something.

You sometimes try to hold a blank look when you’re mad and don’t want to talk to us.

Showing us how empty our lives would be without your voice to carry us through it.

The Three Year Itch

Every relationship of mine grows restless around the three year mark, including my current solo relationship with myself.