Depression

Heavy blanket weighs
you down, yet cocoons you. Why
bother to crawl out?

Headache

Steamroller coated
with glass shards rolls back and forth
just behind by eyes.

Inanimate

J spilled nail polish
remover on my mother’s
chest. I screamed, then cried.

Inheritance

I take better care
of my mother’s possessions
than of her, she’d say

Guilt

My dead parents’ stuff
occupies my home and mind.
Unsorted, it waits.