i kept this little
yellow legal pad
that i’d write
letters to jennifer
in
i’d never give them
to her
but they were hers
cuz i was hers
i’d fold them up
and put them in
white
suits
store them in my
coat pockets
perhaps today
i’d give her
one
problably
not
i’d write her letters
than my grandma
than my sister
tricia
she was in prison
for being
in the wrong place
at the wrong time
but now jennifer
doesn’t talk to me
and grandma is dead
and tricia is still
bitter
for being in the wrong
place
at the wrong time
and i still have
that yellow pad
