holly day
being a wife and being a mother are two very similar things
from watching me clean crumbs up after my husband
I put my hands over her ears, fill her head instead with princes
that never stop blooming.
every night, I could maybe see him as some sort of hero
contributing something to the family, the horrible things he calls me,
waking up the middle of the night with babies
I don’t believe this, but I still do it.