There’s my family again, like the photos in mom’s
living room: my sister’s wedding in Hawaii,
my brother’s marathon in Boston. How curious.
I’m missing. Obscure as the book on mom’s
shelf, signed by the Poet Laureate, ‘Thank you
for bringing your daughter into this world.’ Hidden,
like mom’s tantrums and eruptions. Still, I called,
left a message, passed along all best wishes for
my niece’s high school graduation party
though I never got an invitation in the mail.