We know

we can’t know

we know

we can guess

we know

right or wrong

is too late

My mother’s birthday was two days ago

it crossed my mind she’s been dead

two years I think condolences were posted

no one celebrated here life remembers

why she was even here in the first place

why she would show up in Portugal

and talk to strangers look for a Protestant

church in Lisbon because Jesus always

seems to be dying in the Catholic ones