Build Me A Home I Won’t Burn

I will always be my own worst enemy.

Photo by Noah Buscher on Unsplash

I reach my hand across the country. I do the thing I’m not supposed to do, don’t mingle with the enemy, don’t let them see you small, weak. A shivery colt that can barely stand on its hind legs, but I can’t help myself — I write the only mother figure I’ve ever known. The mother of my ex-best friend, the Republican, the Trump supporter, the woman with…