What can my puny form offer
To those who’ve forgotten
That every child is all our children
For now, only my grief
Through this small open throat
My imperfections
Tears and a warbled song
For the wee ones with their hollowed eyes
And spines like swollen pearls
Read MoreI am draped within the ocean
Fluid, undone
I cannot find where I end
How do you leave?
Not a place
But an orientation
Mending from the clutches of fever and flu
That comes in waves
Not unlike the Atlantic below
I repotted an orchid yesterday. She had been calling me to do it for a while but I kept putting other priorities first.
Read MoreThese walls hold ghosts of you
You are lying in the bed, sitting at the desk,
Dreaming of what could be
If.
