eyes that burst stars
huge smile just for me
and a love that
wouldn’t let go
when she’d wrap me
in her arms
that was Gramma
as a child
I noticed
she’d suffuse
into a bright lamp
whenever I came near
only later
after she died
finding out
my grandfather’s
brazen infidelity
was her dark prison
and I
the one
who carried a key
the lady from the gas company put’s me on hold while I wait and wonder isn’t a moment supposed to be no more than two three maybe four beats of the heart? somewhere in the realm of easily countabl
don’t we dole out love like it’s liquor in a locked cabinet? give strangers a shot glass of something cheap if anything at all? while those in our inner circle get treated to the open bar 24/7 we mu
Hoping for a round number I looked around to steal or beg from the other 29 to build the pan and make just one more I know people and their sweet teeth and shortfalls of shortbread or chocolate chips