Dear George,
I went out
from the news of your death
like a cracked teapot
spilling her childhood onto the floor.
I sang your name to the empty swing beheld Gianna’s
innocent laughter
felt it lift towards the darkness, and she like a cloud
kept rising.
Excerpt from the book, ENOUGH “Say Their Names . . .”
Excerpt from the book, “ENOUGH say their names.”
