Worrying, deepening wrinkles,crows feet at my edges of timecut deeper from winds & stormsinto a well worn wall, adobe thick,mud proofed in the sunof my distresses. Storms, find me frettingover uselessness. Silverware,china patterns, the right gaugeshot gun, sofa colors & styles,impenetrable impeccable prayers,correctly folded towels, right answersdishes in the dishwasher stackedin strictest order. Ah, lost …

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A family can survive major pruning.The loss of parent, grandparent, child.However, a family tree can’t survive without its bark. The stripping away of my childhood’s outer layer.The intentional toughing up routines backfired,thinning the skin until raw and every word or touchburned like a bare light socketsunk into my exposed muscle and sinew. Skinned alive, exposed, …

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Angel in bright white night gownSoiled, smudged from your earthly visit,Trapped in the trauma of a little boyRaped by his mother’s man. You can’t unsee, that dirt, that stain,It doesn’t come clean, the bile Of man’s defiling greedy hands Shoveling himself inside a little boy.  © SB Joy