library

I feel bad about when I’ll die
–your inheiritance–
All these words about
the sex I had with men
who weren’t you.
Books I read that we
never shopped for
and songs we did not
argue over.
Someday,
you will be holding these pages,
all of my guilt pressed
in your fingertips,
ridges of ink instead of
the strands of my hair,
and from under flowers
blooming slowly by
gravestones,
I will be [...]

Nebraska

These two old men
and I
were walking to church
with a Sunday breeze
on a broken sidewalk
in sunshine and polyester
discussing bees and
purple cars
and I felt God
WAY
before we ever got to the building.