Breakfast for Mom
and I, then a garage sale

From the French garer
A shelter

We're selling or giving
away our old shelter

Stagg St is up for sale

This is a good thing
Cuz lately I'm down
whenever I'm there

A shelter
A garer
A garage

Mostly we store
accumulated ****
from Pigs on the Wing

Mostly I remember
us with nothing
but each other

And we were happy.
Or? Are my memories
gaslighting

Le mie zie
Two are gone
I miei zii
One is gone

It's 2025

April showers, a Sweet-season'd
"Come le dolci piogge alla terra"

The passing rain changes our Face
"Come alla terra le dolci piogge di primavera"

Are we becoming Literals?
Thus Poetry Month ends

"Cosi mi sazio o faccio penitenza
tutto divoro oppure resto senza"