A Poem By Christopher Soto

She charges her ankle bracelet
from the kitchen chair
& sunflowers in the white wallpaper (begin to wilt).

I wilt with them
before my sister
& her probation officer (who comes over unannounced).

Just as we are
preparing dinner
& what are we supposed to do now. Cook for him?! Invite him to eat with us??
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