Crumbs Enough (poem)
Crumbs Enough
Do the things we did become forensic
Difficult to reminisce on
Small attentions
No one else recalls our birthplace
Growing up for us dispersal
Early burial
Make me a paper doll
Make me sorry to have been naïve
Make me want to see again
Make me sketch her clothes alone
Do the things we did become abashment
Difficult to see the last of
Grubbed from trash of
Make your testament and dispositions
Make your final lengthy plea
Make your silence count for answer
Make who’d valued you receive
Crumbs Enough
All Things Connected Loosely By a Letter
(2020, Stephanie Foster)