First Impressions

It's a story that started without me, it started the day that they showed up in California in their suits and fitted blouses.



Heirlooms

Oh, that’s where my parents used to—Grandma cuts off her sentence, spins around and starts again, climbing the stairs towards us. “That’s where my parents put me during storms.”




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Teeth

Today, the buzzards grace / the rafters. Excavate a basilica / of mourning. Birds speak in tongues.


Archipelago

...I can only imagine this kind of grief
and I do.


64 Dimensions*

If not this America, flee
into other ones below it.