she has no one to talk to
everyone and no one telling her to carry on
she has no one who listens
everyone and no one warming to a woman’s song
she has no one in spite of
digging a path to her heart
she has no one
the lost dog in her says listen to me listen to me
he returns again and again
checking in with her pain
at every lonesome bend in the road
your mother never really loved you
she did not love herself
your father loved you in hazy confusion
he could not love himself or that ill-fated union
she has no one to talk to again
once the dog has gone
she picks up the bone and sails into the sun
she returns to her story and she carries on
nyc 6.17.21
