From Pleiades Magazine
they find her shivering stained t-shirt over wild bare legsin an alley my mother’s body in the shapeof unknown food chewed by a scatter of teethI never saw her mud-matted fishing-wire hair but
my brother offers to send me the picture he took of her whenhe showed up like a heart attack that day thatgathered into years when she waslost a child with the senior’s special…