Poems from daniellejulita
Why I Leave Things I Meant To Say To You
safely tucked in the rusted top rack of the dishwasher you asked me to fill,
in the canyon...
You smell like the dusty ring of light wreathing
the moon on warm nights, and I forget about the yellow
smell of my Grandmother’s coffin....
My mom asked me how you are. She didn’t look up
from the stiff sound of her sponge bleaching the trashcan
she was bent over
in the kitchen...