walk across downtown
with my urban planning mom
walking rating: zilch
veggies are heavy
when carrying Kentucky
weight on both shoulders
redemptive moment
on green lake with blue kayaks
(words he’ll never read)
a campfire end
to a summer daydream trip
(only innocence)
full circle i’ve turned
since five years back, her birth year
(my first niece. cousins)
but he won’t see that.
only weakness bearing down
on our bright union
love like this? just once.
with dark swings on late porches
he can’t even touch
but for her bright eyes
the firelit sunset eve
forgiveness follows.
Day: July 11, 2015
Always
five girls in the darkmarching their way through puddles
no picture for this
offhanded remark
stings bright as two years ago
women always blamed
we will never win
testosterone dominance
it’s always our fault
does she even know
why sobriety hurts here?
best to stay silent
i chose solo trip
(his absence clings to my soul)
yet–girls are happy
mother’s sacrifice
comes in beer runs and ice cream
(things they’ll never see)




