I.
Dear Mom,
We sat around
A table for Grace
And lent ourselves none
When you fell from it.
Now when I stray
To thoughts of God
I always come back
To nothing at all.
II.
Dear Dad,
Congratulations:
There’s nothing else to say
Except that you were wrong
In every
Single
Way.
III.
Dear Sister,
Be ugly.
Coat the room in
Feeling
That bubbles and congeals
On the walls and
Beneath your nails
As you dig yourself out of
Other people’s graves
That would become yours
In time.
IV.
Dear Self,
Stop hating yourself.
You were the one
That cleaned up the blood
And wiped the tears
That fell from stinging eyes
That allowed the flowers to bloom
Around you.
You are not the seed
Of broken bottles and promises
But you will somehow
Grow from it.