Day 6

 I cried all night at the movie theater, for my mom.

I was shaking in my sleep, twisting and turning.

Shaking. 

It was cold and rainy I went to the farmers market to buy ray gifts.

Two meditating frogs and a book about Greek mythology.

Everything Chris said on the phone weighed so heavily on me.

Then I spoke to rays doctor about medication. And I remembered my mother.

How I used to stand taller with her around, how she’d take me shopping.

I feel better this morning in the cool sunlight of Larchmont for hot coffee. Black drip. 

With Christine. 

I think of ray the way she thought of me.

I’m a mom. I miss her so much.