Title.

Danielle White 


Blasphemy  


Another 2 a.m. phone call

My partner in crime

A cousin

A girl I bit on the finger when I was two  


“How did you know about that?” I slur

In drunken awe

“Your mother told me”

Who is this person with whom I’ve spent everyday of

A terrible, weeping summer? 


It rained constantly for three months

There were predictions of hail

But the indoor storms were the worst 


The best mom in the world

Still thinks she’s 22

In a room full of girls—daughters she calls them

My friends

She dominates the conversation

With stories we only half-understand  


I’ve been calling my mother by her first name

For years now 


Taking it in vain