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I felt peace on the first day in September (World Suicide Prevention Month) by M. Price

c/w: suicide



I felt peace on the first day in September

(World Suicide Prevention Month)

thinking about the funeral of my mother, no—

Mom. Sick with premature ease, I threw up

the lentil soup you’d made laced with love

and hooks to remind me of where I’d come.

Claiming poison by a food synonymous with care

is to claim neutrality in the stake of her life:

easy, but not without a fight. What went down

delicious came up violent and sour. Life

so sweet in the beginning, now the hardest thing

to swallow. Like being too much

my mother’s daughter.


M. Price (she/her) lives in Richmond, Virginia with her cat, Babycat. Her work can be found in Contrary Magazine, Rejection Letters, and Schuylkill Valley Journal. She tweets too much at @notmywurst

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