1980

being one of the last of the Carter babies,

I wish I had

breathed the devisive

but somehow unsullied

1970s atmosphere

just once

before being trapped,

sleep

walking,

into the spinningblades of

what would be

the last century.

seven years removed from you, brother,

how could mother be so selfish?

what possessed you all to think everything would just

even

out?

A whole generation of the broken

does not a republic make,

or a nation

or a home.