warm evening
walking among fresh leaves
keys locked in car
© Rachel Green 2018
Late Night
She makes space
among the sodden tea towels,
the detritus of peel-off backings
and sterile dressings
enough for her hands to curl
around the gentle heat of morning Joe.
Her daughter's phone
covered in the fingerprints of regret
declaring seven: forty-six
the screen locked.
She can't see the image
that drove her daughter to despair;
the facebook post from her best friend:
Jordan kissing Daniel.
The last three months of her daughter's life
swallowed by the thin steel blade
prised from a disposable razor
and the fast, fevered dash
of a paramedic unit
and a bill the size of Texas.
© Rachel Green 2018
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