I take better care
of my mother’s possessions
than of her, she’d say
Inheritance
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Guilt
My dead parents’ stuff
occupies my home and mind.
Unsorted, it waits.
Weather report
Cold snap arrives at
last. Wind, rain shake the changing
leaves into vibrance.
Teenagers
Umbilical cord
cut they grow reattached to
digital cable.
Sleepover
Popcorn caffeine for
the friend whose mom is dying
comfort food TV.
Last time
Couplings and breakups
compelled by senior year some
begin others end.
JH’s birthday party
With no school Monday
so much high drama surrounds
turning seventeen.
Date
He seemed shy. Passive.
Then she said no. His anger
Insisted on yes.
Refused
It’s the quiet ones
you have to watch out for when
they don’t get their way.
Threat
I worry for her.
Her safety – his obsession –
cannot coexist.
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