Remember how your cousin went through the numbers of children, and finally said, Six kids is like a whole lot of people living around you.

faces
in the screen’s light
blanched white

Is the memory mine or yours? Did you tell me the story, and I repeated it to myself until I owned it, or did we share the moment?

how many years ...
pine sap still bleeding
from the stump

We were there together; doubt comes with time, like the expectation that love turns to hate or judgment. We’re happier in new relationships, but love lives on.

the peach
pruned so harshly
blossoming

Bio: Owen Bullock