Going down the road(2017)

To my sister,

who read to me while I played video games,

who danced on Saturday morning 

to pinball and unpleasant surprises,

whose stories of hugaland and badlands

gave the mossy bogs and shrub trees a history,

who occupied the summer swings and Southwest Pond,

who whispered games at midnight

scanning the rundown streets and wharves,

who shared a room amidst awkward teenage blues,

who taught me our souls expand beyond the walls

and into the naked written verse,

whose words trickled through the pages like wet wood

when it rained and soaked our scars remembering

the drip drip drip of the leaky roof,

waking in the night with the house splitting at the seams,

and always knowing you were there with me.