The cat and I sit
One room over, while you sleep.
Morning breaks sweetly.
Holding the wrong end
To her face, Mom’s voice muffled
In the long distance.
Email’s voice is cold,
Attaching Mom’s living will,
Bringing her death near.
Like rape after rape
Your attacks eviscerate.
You are death inside.
Let me help, she said,
Pulling out self-righteousness
Like a shiny knife.
God had to escape
From the ivory tower
Chained in deathly heights.
Then he became I
Running to loved ones’ rescue,
House of cards toppling.