​August 2023

Tomorrow is Dad's Birth Day 
he isn't here to celebrate
so many times and places 
I miss him; he's in my bones

I know little of cellular invasion
the parts of me I shared with Mom
I know more about DNA and fusion
but still so very little, tiny like 

the start of me, Dad playing his part
the joining of bodies and the magic
that made me whole, hopefully
But still, Dad is missed

xo

 July 2023

it's hot and humid
there are smells leftover from the dogs who died years ago
the towels are damp, and it's hard to pull on a pair of jeans
but we say it was a long winter and carry-on, and marvel
at trees laden with fat, bright leaves, the rain only knocking
the blossoms and the bees as they waddle in the sweetness
it's hot and humid
and I do not like it
xo
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 JUNE 2023


beauties and beasts of humidity 
my hair and nails curl and break
the dog can not get enough water
I can not get enough breath or air
 and still, we waited for the arrival
and so we speak about other times
 the bluebird skies of early winters
the day he was buried in the snow
xo

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And here it is, May Day.
Soon to be Mother's Day.
A time to show the earth's abundance 
in flowers and still, the skies pale & thin.
Shadows lay down in this same vein;
 the vanity of being adored and celebrated
and they, too, will be cut; they will turn 
themselves inside out to show you love
and to remind us everything has a season. 

xo
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