By: Graden Zane Lambert Froese
daily she drowned her mother called and asked where I was her sister called and told me to go fuck myself her husband called and stumbled around the weather then sobbed then words that didn’t make sense then an abrupt cold goodbye I remember her 33rd birthday we celebrated the symmetry the bed was so warm and the floor after cold life so good it hurt and one time I thought she called she said it was OK but then her sister called again and told me that other truth
Graden Froese studies the participatory local management of bushmeat hunting in Gabon. He is from Chemainus, British Columbia. He has just started to share his poems, and thanks you for reading.