too many uninvited guests
this was never the plan
they spoil my soup
I keep a crockpot in the corner
plugged in with the bones
I cannot say whose
add water several times a day
apple cider vinegar
pulls the calcium through
to the broth, sea salt for other minerals
traces of what we lost, don’t even
remember, forgot to put our finger on
my mother’s bones fell through
trying to hold her like changing a pillowcase
i was always left holding the empty bag
upside down the fragments sift
like bitter sand across the floorboards
where I could slip and fall, the room
needs a lock for clawing — i’ll never be anything
good or any better always the fucked up slut
he rescued from some coffee shop
not a Starbucks with a sofa
just the ordinary cup of Joe
forty five cents and bitter
the lock needs earplugs, the lock needs
window shades, and a different kind
of lock for the voices trapped on the inside
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ABRAHAM’S DAUGHTERS A Henley Rose Finalist (2019) is now a podcast on TheParsnipShip.com – listen here: https://www.theparsnipship.com/#listen-now
PERFECT WOMEN now available at Next Stage Press https://nextstagepress.net/perfect-women/
COUNTING IN SHA’AB is now a podcast on PlayingOnAir.org – listen here: https://playingonair.org/new-releases/counting-in-shaab
Watch my short play DREAM TALK here: https://pineyforkpress.com
Plays available at The New Play Exchange