Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls

Excerpt from “Dust”

I don’t know where
these pieces fit,
or if they are even mine,
but I feel they are,
whether they are all with me,
clinging to my body
or still behind in that box
that remains unopened in the corner
marked kitchen goods.

Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls

Excerpt from “The Fragments You Carry”

The box remains to pick up
the rest of your things:
the permanent markers,
the bottle of Tylenol,
the loose change,
the card from a friend wishing you a safe journey,
the receipt from your favorite pho restaurant
and the cheap vodka you had last night.