monotanka group (manmon's death sequence 2)

 manmon, woman of figs—five years later with a grief i can't pass 

in moments of general anxiety, sweat on the brow and still, manmon's deceased

day before *Mær's Day: my world capsized "manmon, can you speak, can you move?"

melancholy and depression shared a bicycle, five years later they reside in my womb

in five years haven't been to manmon's grave: can't outrun self, her's, or *mo pær's ghosts