the blackberries mold again before they’re half-eaten
everyone needs toilet paper and diapers
dirt cheap
new washing machines are hard to come by
we/she/they have no words
assisted living
dragged through the dirt
my mother struggles toward the bathroom
on camera behind her walker, soils herself
don’t talk dirty
she can’t help it, but she’s still ashamed
eat dirt
I wiped her bottom in January
& said I’d be back in March
I am no fortune teller
hit the dirt
she grew up in dust storms,
stuffing rags under doors hurry-scurry,
dirt-poor, and that’s shameful too
don’t air your dirty laundry in
public
she wants to eat chocolate all day
she wants to send hose to her grandmother
dirtbag
she wants to know why we stole her baby
she wants to know when the kids are coming
she wants to know where my father is
treated like dirt
she wants to know the time/the day/the month/the year
my family doesn’t know how to communicate
dig up dirt
when my mother said dirty she meant
what we learn in time of pestilence by Wendy Vardaman
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I am old enough to know that feeding the birds when you own cats
is just feeding birds to your cats and yet
I told you I loved you--for a moment the cruelest thing to do
seemed like the nicest thing I could say.
You can't love everything on the food chain the same,
said my grandfather on his way to the barnyard with a gun
that for the life of me I can't remember was for a fox
or for the chickens. Seemed like a big distinction at the time
but now I'm not so sure. Everybody is bound to get hungry eventually,
even the housecats. Especially the housecats.
I KEEP HAVING THIS FALSE MEMORY by Robert Wood Lynn
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I am the one without hope, the word without echoes,
he who lost everything and he who had everything.
Pablo Neruda ~ White Bee
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