She traces the lens 

Repeating what if

What if 

What if 

I’m gonna borrow her voice 


She never imagined she’d bury him

five days after her birthday 

Forget and fly 

How many bad calendar days 

will you provide 

How many stirred paintings 

have heard your stories 

The dear dog shakes his head in disbelief 

The most pathetic you 

who soars to watch others rot 

Resist the urge to trust 

Butterflies are still beautiful upside down 

What happened

I am loved 

I am loved 

I am loved