New Shape of Family

…This is to say, we now stand on the other side

of those memories, recycling the past

to create this new shape of family…

Anti Poem

I am more than the things that have happened to me. Pain is part, not whole. I can live like a poem: with purpose.

Sedative Pink

No word to name it. She knows

this colour like she knows each drop of milk

her mother gives,

how crying is the purest alarm

Whose Grief

Whose grief do I hold in my hands

it is a dark animal shape

asleep on my chest, a stone

worn smooth