Not a tube down,
into a throat.
Not a call
to answer green.
Not a medical bill
we cannot pay.
Not Estela,
pigtails & cadence
of okay mamá…okay papá
w/o either parent.
Not a 20-hour drive
the 3/6 child time
travels w/o answers—
I refute unwitnessed.
Not one more call,
drive, gas pump feeds
machine,
which advances
me, which if no one
documents, all is erased.
I love you.
POETRY