Words do not come easy this morning In this my holding cell, This state of in between. Months of wait for this, Wait for that.
She was standing at the ready To make me say I am wrong. Like some saint, I had to pluck out my eyes To see,
Believe me, You don’t want to know Everything I never told you. No, you don’t want to know. You’d never admit to it all anyway.
“Mama, why have I not ever seen you cry?” To answer, How do I even try? Do I say it is the miles of years
She dressed in black Since the age of twenty-three. She covered all her insides with The blackest sack cloth. She made sure to let in
Down the dark hall She stumbled, Running, Trying to get away from the monster. Down the dark stairs, She fell, Tumbling, Falling away from the
So now we know, You told me I wasn’t, But I was— Your creation. Said you loved me Just the way I was— But was
Is there a truth that never hurts? The truth of a garden? Of the Texas sky? Of a home? Or an empty house? Is there
Friends surprise with a birthday dinner. Then out to the bar for a few drinks. They laugh and wink When a tiny little thing With