Overheard
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
