after I found
another woman’s fingerprints
all over my home.
After the storm
and bended knees
a tornado hit the coast of Oregon.
The wind howling
like it had something to grieve.
Back home, a tree branch
crashed through my mother’s window.
and isn’t that how
it always goes?
You spend years building a home
just to watch it destroyed in seconds.
In the time it takes to say
I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to
but she loves me.