Author: admin

I walked through alder and juniper
…
To the pond, and—
The pond was gone.
How can a pond be gone?

I see
the Martian face
that isn’t there.

Knives of generational trauma to not eat and not nurture,
So the brown dorm refrigerator and rank smell of past haunts ran the show,
There was a window to exit,
Mumbles of “girls at this school,”
When he in fact was running from himself

I have Mom’s old tube and Bundt pans
and sifter with no memory of her baking

I seek to fill it
whether it needs filling or not
inserting my vanity into spaces
undefiled by actuality

I have seen this America from 30,000 feet
I have seen this America at poverties door
I have seen this America before the wars, after the greed and tears
I have seen this America make promise

We don fuzzy socks, snuggle
in our fleece blankets, watch the world
outside our window