Category Archives: Muddled Musings

Happy Birthday, Sis

Fifty-Seven Saiha I don’t know
how you would take
fifty-seven.

But that was always
the rub —
how to softshoe eggshells.

Mom’s pale grays,
Dad’s fiery reds —
you could outrun neither.

Spark the Pall Mall.
Break the whiskey seal.
The dogs howl your name
in a room gone still.