There are three parts of you she says
Can you picture them?

The first built her house on solid ground
after consulting all the best architects

The second has no home to speak of
lusting only for food, sex

The third one, she says
is hiding in a tree house above
watching you both
waiting to pick up the pieces

to hold your head in her lap
contain your suffering
and forgive

Tears stream down my cheeks
I didn’t even know she was there

~
Bio: Mara Lovelock (she/her/hers) is an emerging poet whose work explores trauma, illness, domestic life, queer desire, nature, and mindfulness. She facilitates a community mindfulness and meditation group and is at work on a memoir-in-poems manuscript. She lives in Santa Clara, CA with her husband and 4 year old son. IG: @maralovelockpoetry