Distance
Twenty thousand bees pursue
a Mitsubishi,
their queen trapped inside.For one dollar at a yard sale:
a shoebox diorama of the moon
where the astronauts are built from foil.My mother empties half of her sleeping pills
into Tupperware, slides them to me
from across the table.I should be done now, done with it,
the life I wanted before I wanted
it simple.Olivia refuses to live in a yellow house,
says she’s saving the color
for her forever home. Blood circles the drain.