Three Poems

For a son from another mom

Driving to the airport for your fourth year
at university. Been on this road
a long time. I think I see you quite clearly.

A landmark sparks a memory. A story’s spilt.
Your origin story always leaks like this.
My picture of your life’s a patchwork quilt.

There is no sequence, just some bursts of snaps.
I know I tried my best to intervene
When I could see you really needed help.

But every tiny horror sparks my guilt
I never really knew how bad it was.
Rounding a bend – vertiginous feelings tilt.



Triolet for all my moody men

I know y’all think I’m soft and can be turned
but take your moody self and walk away.
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