Us.

My mother and sister and I

Are great, fantastic writers

We write about

Fried green tomatoes

And big fancy Easter hats

And godamn

We'll never be published 

Mother-

Loss of innocence

Change of perspective

Now 

Ish

Sister-

Sports

Success

Next

Me-

Loss of innocence

Changes of perspective

Next

Ish

God bless.

Portland.

When I have a moment of space from you I'll gather up what you were to me

A place of solace I made, not found

In a panicked term

A quiet ravens nest I made in the center of a three-ringed circus

A violent overdose of tension that forced me to seek peace internally.

For a moment I'll look desperately to the heavens-

Like so many places before you-

And beg myself to remember.