do you think anger is
love divided
into long
sleeps to right
this weight / I cannot
sleep in the dream
of you
I see you
at all the funerals
when my name was good
I haven’t had rhubarb
since grandma died and
your name whitechalks
a tendering softsick
, the virgin mary in
my chin dimple watches
me get outta hand
Copyright © 2025 by m.s. RedCherries. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 3, 2025, by the Academy of American Poets.