Look mama by the mailbox didn’t the flowers just come out they’re already dying
Will he cut one of me to fade far from my family displayed in glass so he need not stoop and remember dirt himself unselved in Spanish today we learned selva means forest anything that de composes words into letters in English class we’re singing w x y and z now I know my abcs
into twigs that break and sometimes branch next time won’t you sing into leaflets legible whether or not any one or collective can read mama where do the letters come from the writing
Bradley Samore has worked as an editor, writing consultant, English teacher, creative writing teacher, basketball coach, and family support facilitator. His writing has appeared in The Florida Review, Carve, The Dewdrop, and other publications. He was named a Joint Winner of the Creative Writing Ink Poetry Prize.
