“Like a revolving door, I continue to witness
my loved ones pipelined towards prison,
where they enter, leave, and shortly return.
Each time, their sentences are a little longer,
and the paper trail thicker than before.”
“Mimi,
I’m sorry I stepped away
It felt as though I was looking at myself
and the camera shutter was enabling your addiction
It was hard to bear as a twin
I wish you could now see
I’m proud of who you were
and who you have come to be
I’m proud of you—
you’ll always be a part of me”
