dear mom

how can i dream without sleep of catching myself in the throat of j like foxes
this morning the toilet wouldnt stop occasionally refilling the unpredictable gush feels like some sinister secret weapon to
keep me unhinged
lately my mouth feels dumb like the empty space between the window and the sill in the living room that sucks sanity like riddles thick and metallic like ive been drinking printers ink or blood
i cant find my passport

love
imogen