my brother calls me the 4th Wailer as in
Bob Marley and he does so because i
have been known to howl my grief
at the moon
wolfen+broken i do it publicly much to
my horror (oh the horror) no one throws
tips in my jar but the fuckers should!
standing there shuffling feet eyes boring
into my motherhole fatherbrother interruptus
it’s spontaneous fer chrissakes no control over it
yesterday i saw a portal open above my bed
perfect spot for a ladder fresh wailing woke
now coldish fingers smooth the blankets + the
nightgown mother died in all sweat soaked +
Fall 2022 ..let my people go..