Her mom died on a Sunday

shadow made of pink petals blew in

the fragrance helped her breathe

show me on the map where Portland is

who’s stories are told once we stare

into the tombstone

begging for communication

long promised déjà vu

what you’ve said hurts us all

your choice to abandon my dear is deep

and pulls to the darkest places

technology is no match for this

a gentle hammerhead shark will be

your only hope

your only lesson

your smile gives your discomfort away

more forced then a shelfed doll

I’ve heard you are born twice

the first at birth

the second the day of your mother’s death

been so angry since I found out

I truly tried to intervene

couldn’t stop this from coming