All morning I drink bitter coffee
And try to rescue my private dead
Plumbing rattles
I hear my mother
Inside walls
My father beneath the floor
The refrigerator hums
I can’t guess what it says
Snow
Knows plenty
But won’t tell
Keeping her pact
With nature
That hydrogen agreement
Preparing us
Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University
