Collecting bottles, tossing leftovers, taking out the garbage
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Smoking in the girls’ room, sneaking a drink, napping
The good-looking one, the one in need, the one that almost was
The kind you’re born with, the kind you choose, the kind that teach Catholic school
A family recipe, a childhood memory, a Depression-era handout
Waiting tables, dyeing textiles, separating goats in heat
As a refuge, as a threat, as a place to live
After graduation, after a divorce, after an election
On the phone, at a gas station, in our dreams
With fists, with words, with kindness