A Post-It-Note For A Ghost
You had your right hand
the left...
When you planned
to get at life, you forgot
how little there was
to get at.
You spoke
about the sky
about this thing called capitalism
or democracy
I answered in this lifetime.
You missed your mother,
but who doesn't?
You missed every bit of brittle blood
that was your family.
Love is context.
Did you forget?
--Don Kenn
