i called my mama at 7:14. my sister called at 7:09. we’ll be discussing that for the rest of our lives but not today. today is for love.
mama asked if i ate. i said yes. i had not eaten. i will answer for that lie in the next life not this one.
i didn’t get her a gift yet. i’m CURATING. don’t rush the process. the process is sacred. she’ll get it by thursday. friday absolute latest. we are NOT going to saturday do not ask me about saturday.
shoutout to ms. brenda who fed me macaroni in 2003 and is no longer with us. there’s no card at walgreens for “your mom raised me on tuesdays.” i checked. twice. once recently.
shoutout to the moms whose kids don’t call. the moms whose kids can’t call. the moms whose kids SHOULDN’T call but do anyway. the moms who became moms to kids that weren’t theirs because somebody had to. the moms who are tired. y’all see me seeing you
marcus’s mama just pulled up to the lot with a plate for him AND a plate for me. i’ve never met this woman. she handed me salmon croquettes through a window and said “baby you look thin” and walked away. i’m eating them right now. i’m crying. i’m fine. these two things are both true
ms. denise if you ever read this. the grits had cheese in them. that was the right answer. thank you for raising marcus. thank you for feeding a stranger. i will repay this i don’t know how yet.
call your mama if you can’t call your mama call someone ELSE’S mama. somebody’s mama needs a call today and the universe doesn’t care whose phone it comes from.
mama asked if i ate. i said yes. i had not eaten. i will answer for that lie in the next life not this one.
i didn’t get her a gift yet. i’m CURATING. don’t rush the process. the process is sacred. she’ll get it by thursday. friday absolute latest. we are NOT going to saturday do not ask me about saturday.
shoutout to ms. brenda who fed me macaroni in 2003 and is no longer with us. there’s no card at walgreens for “your mom raised me on tuesdays.” i checked. twice. once recently.
shoutout to the moms whose kids don’t call. the moms whose kids can’t call. the moms whose kids SHOULDN’T call but do anyway. the moms who became moms to kids that weren’t theirs because somebody had to. the moms who are tired. y’all see me seeing you
marcus’s mama just pulled up to the lot with a plate for him AND a plate for me. i’ve never met this woman. she handed me salmon croquettes through a window and said “baby you look thin” and walked away. i’m eating them right now. i’m crying. i’m fine. these two things are both true
ms. denise if you ever read this. the grits had cheese in them. that was the right answer. thank you for raising marcus. thank you for feeding a stranger. i will repay this i don’t know how yet.
call your mama if you can’t call your mama call someone ELSE’S mama. somebody’s mama needs a call today and the universe doesn’t care whose phone it comes from.
ya fukkin weirdo bytch. keep stalking my shyt idgaf
