Dear sky/ I heard your utterances of the night
like God, herself came and choke out all the evil on my street. It was clean bolts, pounding, and the wreckage was just what we needed to keep the peace around here. – Krissy Mosley
I came here, ready to write the day away.
I stubbed my toe against a corner closet-step.
I warmed my coffee pot instead.
Flopping down to the chair that needed me, like everything else in the room:
the children crying,my plants are dying,the cold called me too.
I grabbed my socks put them on,fed the babies with tiny spoons.
Sipped my mocha piping hot and then I could not write.
Ah-ey,there goes my day.
Dear Sky/ seems like falling down is not an option for you either.
Now look/ we gone/
find ways in ourselves we never thought-
we knew were possible.