Multiplicity
Though you are no longer here I dream of invasive species my mouth wild blackberry my words bramble how hard it is to say anything at all kudzu blankets my family cemetery the ground has eroded & you were not there when we last opened it no hand in my hand how the casket sleeps in a vault to keep the mountainside stable how I am unstable my bones mollusks & ivy places you used to touch I picture myself widow alone in my thoughts loud as woodwasps how the only things alive in me are snakehead fish caught in the estuary of my body how they can breathe on land how they only want to be born