The Ouija board
Spells it out for me
“keep writing”
But always
I’ll choose to ignore the signs
Falling from my tower
Death still seems
Something miniscule
A woman pushing an
Infant in a stroller
On the far side of town
I want to see
Her walking away
But last week
She was on the
other side of the state
to see what’s in her carriage
the tree sap trickle
of a disparaging growth
into survival
snuffed out
among the leaves
