MOTHER
Oh could I-
MOTHER
Oop. This kale.
MOTHER
It’s just pushing it down further: all my rage and disappointment. I thought I had digested it. But it’s still down there.
MOTHER
Burning a hole in me. And the woman I used to be - the talented and plucky young woman with big ideas-
MOTHER
She’s down there also. In my intestines, buried in kale, biding her…