146. Sun, sky, moon, stars.

I.

You were a poem
I could not keep writing,
each pen stroke a slice
to my fingertips.


II.

Loyalty, yes.
There's that.


III.

I am not an atheist
because I once dreamed
about my grandmother.
I was eleven and standing in the bathroom
brushing my teeth, she was crying,
and told me she was sorry.
The next day she was found
dead in her backyard
by my mother
who screamed so loudly,
we heard her next door,
across the peach and apple trees.


IV.

Nothing about this life
is what I expected.