The first time they fired the gun that lives inside my chest,
you stopped the bleeding—

almost like you loved me
or had ulterior motive.

There’s nothing better than the best holiday dish,
and nothing worse than the best dish prepared badly.

Our matriarch was never much for traditions,
more one for meeting everybody’s shifting needs.

you are everything i’ve never known
and i’ve never been
one for asking questions

Oh, she’s a lot,
though she’s not too much.

I’ve got cares as tainted as these muddy banks,
but you sift the tales I weave
through a sieve that filters out the rest and marvels at

I’m a live wire. I’ve got points
that I make, so maybe
my words are claws that
dig in as my mind digs deeper.