That was the first time that I really saw my mother as a person. A person who was so much more than just my mother. It was strange to think of her that way.
We live this way because of them.
We don’t comprehend the punch lines. They’re tired
because the nights are long. We’ve heard them before,
telling stories we don’t bother to record.
When we were seventeen. When we were young, and I was mad with wanting you. I did not know how to speak that desire. I was terrified that you might find out.