Yoga tape today
played fast-forward, then upward-
downward-- pen in child’s pose.
Weeds through cobblestones
pulled and piled, blown apart--
roots stay in the ground.
Dishes in the sink
are now...
You’ve forgotten the names of your homemade saintswho crowd in the dark behind your thin lids.In the veil you’ve drawn betweenHere and Not Here, they...
*With gratitude to all who contributed to this crowd-sourced list poem following my social media inquiry
I’m so sorry that happened to you.It makes sense...
