Everything There

by: Robin Turner


I would go to you weekends
in that falling down dump
of an apartment. You had

one table, one chair, one
thin mattress on the floor. One
lamp for dimmed light. One

bowl and one spoon. We would curl
spent, one breath in the silence.
My children away with their father.

My life in the suburbs shuttered
shut out. This was the place
on Hawthorne Street before
​
everything there was razed.
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Robin Turner is the author of bindweed & crow poison (Porkbelly Press). Her work has most recently appeared in Whale Road Review, SWWIM, Psaltery & Lyre, and in the magical White Rock Zine Machine. She works, plays, and daydreams in Dallas, Texas.