Ama Codjoe

Shorn

There’s the made-for-TV scene
when the cancer patient shaves her head
instead of waiting for chemotherapy
to suck the fallout in its mouth.

This is not a coming to terms.

The Pantry Moths

because when he left
they were gone
of their leaving
I can only say I miss asking
where they came from
and what kept them coming back
all those wings
those almost dead things

Watercolor

Tonight, my mother holds her bottom lid
like a long note, blinking the medicine in.

And something like scales fall.