spanning the gap
between Dad and I
a string of trout

palpitations
at last the swallowtail
settles somewhere

not a creature stirring
Christmas
conspiracy theories

graveside service
the eulogy quickens
with each raindrop

old haunt
seeing her face
in the crowd

I DO without the right to choose
 

Thanksgiving
the lone goldfish
circles its bowl

on a horse
that never grew old
carousel

uncut roses
uninstalling
Grammarly

another stray pet peeve
 

dogwood blossoms
he chambers a round
at the classroom door

poolside
I cover up
my lack of tattoos

not the answer
we hoped for
winter church bells

controlled burn
the scars they said
would heal

the narratives we weave
generations of leaves
on the forest floor

thin skin bruises easily
old
banana

5:00
what are the bullfrogs
drinking