by Lauren Fraser
My dad married an insane woman,
with tattooed eyeliner,
and a new age podcast she shoots out of my old bedroom.
When I was fourteen, I almost died in there,
after eating a bottle of my dog's anxiety medication.
Now she sits cross legged,
meditating,
on the same floor I threw up all over.
Her Whole Foods incense is surprisingly pure,
her mind is infinitely powerful,
summoning a white hot ball of light
to cast out whatever’s left of me.
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Lauren Fraser is a writer, a video artist, and a sensitive young woman. Originally from San Diego, she now resides in Santa Cruz, California.