June 2024

Every day is yesterday 
& like the loneliness 
of water, I have always 
existed. My body brackets
a quiver in a world that doesn’t 
love us. Despite the tyrants, 
the “I” is forever 
insatiable. Alone in Spain once, 
I ran out of money & 
for days ate nothing
but eggs....

First spring rain and I can’t begin a line like this again
without remembering  you were here this time last year.

When I think of  being a mother, my mind goes blank
like a mountain. How little I know about things that grow

no...

My mother was around
all the time back then, always walking
in and out of rooms carrying stacks
of  laptop computers. She spent most
of  her daylight hours blowing dust
out of circuits, fans, motherboards, daughterboards.
Sometimes her little canister would die
and she’d have to use her mouth.
My father was gone all day
every day…