Body Snatched
sis: she made me call you to
make sure you were still you.
Since it had been a long time since we talked,
she wanted to make sure you are
in your body because she said any-
thing can text.
me: she wants
you to check to
see if I'm an
alien?
sis: yeah
me: uh, okay. I'm
not an alien.
[leaves room, getting funny looks]
me: What?
Does she want me
to prove it?
sis: I have no idea.
I'm just supposed
to call her back
after I talk to
you.
me: Here, let me send you
something. Maybe
that will prove
I wasn't body snatched?
[from other room]
him: Who are you talking to?!
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To Mother Broken
PoetryAnger seeps through the fabric of lives pulled apart by addiction.