Mommy’s dead

because she fell asleep on fragile floors

in between the glossy doors

that dad put up just for her.

At 6:21 in the morning,

mom is dead,

she’s been gone for hours.

While I sat on my living room floor sipping coffee

unaware that dad was already in a state of mourning.

He watched her die.

And I snapped a selfie of my Seattle’s Best.