Blessed are the pure in heart, 1960

I rest in 

the Arizona dirt 

With my

Perfect set of milk 

Teeth

painted red

Nails. Kicking and 

Screaming 

dragged

Into the car

Or was I 

In a traveling home

easier

To be dumped

Than to be 

Reported

Gone

My bed carefully

chosen

I can’t remember

I have nobody

I walked the expanse

With my Papa

To find the dream

Under the stars 

Somebody cared for me

Adult sized sandals

Cut for my feet

The words in a letter

I cannot be claimed

Read:

Just a request,

Forgive us child,

For the weakness of men

And in turn,

In your final home,

Pray for us.