You knew me as a blithe
bird...

is
shouting at...

is
picking up...

There is no such thing as a good cop
when it's a system of abuse they uphold...

I was thrown across
Omaha, hitting the...

The other night, I raided my closet
for traces of you...

you drew me like a tattoo;
i was your little bird, birthed...

I tried to find home
by looking within and...

You first came across her
at the Amtrak station in Waterloo...

Their howls
pierce the evening...

I shower at the darkest hour,
processing grief from old memories...

This morning, I listened to smooth jazz
in your honor, urging the saxophone...