Sometimes shattered glass still cuts my brain

and you see me wince like the child I was

when I went running through the tall grass

with snakes and ticks and spiders

who made better company

than the venomous tongues in the kitchen

Resolution was a closed door

and three young girls

talking about tomorrow behind it

Peaceful were the days when I foraged for

shredded cheese and ketchup sandwiches

and raced the dogs to the creek

Heavenly were the days when I visited

my friend in the trailer park

and we sang Shania on the trampoline

while her mom made us macaroni

(she always asked if I wanted seconds)

Now I nod along

but you can’t understand

how hard it is to throw away the white trash

that we’ve collected in heart-heavy landfills,

our memories detonating

with a mere whiff of mildew

or the sound of shattered glass on linoleum floors

8-16-19