Part of being a good sad person
is always painting the shadows
in the right direction and knowing
what sorrow to art with.

It recommended
soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent
to parent might calm and soothe the kid.

Ma wrings
a wet world
of colors

I suffer visions and many indignities
while looking for the Lobster

I like to think I’m also sprung,
released from the furnace knocks,
done with the heavy meat stews
and salty soups.

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

my father holds
his favorite drink

Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

I am not a guide
for every traveler
of loss.

here is the sky in stop motion, flickering,
a still shot in monochrome

Mostly he ate what was put on his plate
snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack
Once a zipper Unzipped

and apples, mackintosh mostly, but any kind left in The Pub
at the Assisted Living Place

My grandmother asked, “Does it feel like being widowed?”

love is a soggy tea stain on a grocery receipt

The sin is existing.