Mabel wakes me up at 4:57 a.m.
Poem written from the bath
Revival // Ode to the DM slide
The flowers, they are not singing
Dream a little dream of me
Dream a little dream of me (reprise)
In the spirit of being real
Voicemail left on my mother's answering machine
Excerpt from this morning's phone call
Maddie texts me to look at the moon
Song of rediscovering myself
My mother wrote this poem using lines from my poems & calls it: An imagined day in the life of Sabrina
Thank you thank you thank you.