I talk to my mother
on a phone
and to my father
on another.

mother is tired, father
sick.

when each
rest
I am the one
who knows
the manner in which
they are presently
alike.

god does not exist, or god
didn’t make it.

while opening a wrapper
I am stabbed mildly but stabbed nonetheless
by a man I gather is homeless
and my brother is suddenly sad
but thinks he’s been sad
all day.

my sister presents herself
to the possibility
that I don’t have
a sister.

abandonment issues persist.

abandonment
issues
a warning.

it goes something like
to be loyal is to be partially
moral.

there is somewhere a dog, a cow, a moral cow

and.