Erin Case, Feebie (collage)
Uncertain April first, she knew it was uncanny
To have been born on you
Morning’s relief’s here to draw in more warm
How grateful we ever had a short world together
Even in the grown-in grass her grave’s outline’s lighter
Mostly now I remember myself remembering her
Into the milk amber of no answer
Seven ten however many years ago she died
Violet winds sweep the black ship’s prow cresting
She gave me that language