Visiting Celia in the psych ward.
Sauntering with grocery cart in late summer light.
Ballad of the blind veteran.
To the woman throwing up on my street under a tree too small to give her shade.
Women's shelter, Indiana.
Graffiti, condemned bridge, Indiana.
An afternoon to be filled with kicked snow.
I write in a diary for Kathy.
Where are you now, Angie.
From the nightmare notebook.
Only the dead know war never ends.
On first wearing my mother's necklace.
The skirts and blouses are hatched.
Curtains disappear over no ones's lamplight.
This is not the letter I thought I would write.
Walking into it, Winter solstice.
