Single Motherhood

is you, with cold hands

me, eating only 
off-brand chex 
for a week
to buy you, 
the coziest,heaviest,thickest 
mittens
I, can find
It's me
Sewing them together
with leftover string I found
just incase
and  a 20 min lecture
It is you, you, you,
ripping them off of said
s   t    r i    n   g 
and losing them
the very
first
day
It is me
yelling at you, but not you,
because i'm fucking 
hungry
for something besides
lost mittens
and off brand chex