Sandhog’s Granddaughter
She rises in the predawn darkness,
the way he rose to tend his farm on Inishmore those years ago.
Young Poets
Black
Black sits on a chair
in front of a computer screen
braiding her hair.
She hums
in the wind
and swims
in the ocean.
First and Last Crush
Milk.
Two large eggs.
Three ripe bananas, mashed.
I use a fork and I carve them halfway down the middle
Old Toys
I remember when I was little it would be the weekend
and my mom would work at her old job, Walgreens …
DIY Project
there is a word for looking
into the mirror and not seeing
yourself—tell myself this
daily.