"I tell a friend there is so much to feel guilty about / then I think about how this is a woman's thought a woman's problem"

"Imagine having to ask / members of another society / to look for the stolen and subsequently lost / bodies of your own relatives."

Further north under frozen
waters, trout and panfish linger beyond
the shame I will not face in daylight.

We make a point of fitting everything into carry-ons for the convenience, I told him. Only now I could no longer remember what convenience justified.

Soon the sky
fills with people. My grandfather
turns the dial of his American radio
to the prayer of a wordless song