The first love story goes like this: The son tells the mother something that leads the mother to believe that the son is already dead. The son says his stomach is not right and he won’t be able to eat tonight. The mother is indifferent to the son’s death. The son is forgotten by almost everybody who knew him before he died. The girl he loves hides lying down in a field of uncut grass, counting blades.
released October 24, 2012
Amanda Bloom - telephone poetry