Mirrored Sentiment

l have been notified that my sorrow
has been accepted elsewhere,
my mother heard it in the news and

slammed the door. between a live wire
and a blue tapestry, l think of a time when
wishes would come in handy.

stories of grief are hard to handle.
l am a single boy lost in the time outside of

a hummingbird’s nest. because everything
is a crayoned skin when you look
at them with a bat-savvy
eye.

I have trained my brown, broken bones to
hold on
or let go of a future dipped in turpentine.
they say what defies coloration
is the excreta of a near-indigo sky.
it is hard to
not understand the red earth and its edges.

By Goodnews Mememugh Karibo