after therapy
in the close quarters
of dream
Granny came to me
uncharacteristically
hugged me
her dumpling body ancient
enveloping
mine pressed into hers
like a thumb
in pie dough
her nose that familiar dollop
in generations of faces
and right behind her
warm release
my father
her son
having waited his turn
pulls me close
to press an awkward
fatherkiss
against the corner
of my mouth
hold me in his dark
discomfort I welcome
like an apology
like a late
thank you
I wake to
inbox poems
three in a row
on the dead visiting
when they
when we
are ready
