Thursday, February 26, 2015

following my first confrontation with the would-be in-laws

daughter wept
the baby
lay in bed
blazing wet
their eyes turned
down on me
shoulders set
shields against
reasoning
secrets met
"you're messing
him up, you"
debt heiress,
intruder.
tomorrow
morn- regret
those of us
who might've
must forget
wont I learn
what is gold:
Silence kept