You can look and see where the trauma hit — bam!Just watch, watch me watching families hug,
In general and in specificin heart and in spirit,
a poem in nine lunes
The oak tree outside the windowdances in the breeze.
The luckiest people do things likehave family group texts,
For every heartbeat echoed openly between your heart and mine,repeat each rhythm,every line,vanquishing each panicked pulse and endless…
I created an entire universeto play every afternoonwhile my dad was at work.
When I look at you, baby of mine,