a yellow house on
angel island
is that where you left?
your disheveled man
waits by the porch.
his face, a caricature
of a husband once known
you didn’t eat,
sleeping away
those days
unfamiliar
reveries kept safe in
hospice glass
a stroke of something
was in the way
of my arms,
your frame
and the names that bound blood
together
time’s benevolence
clocked out
this time
now, all the greys
part ways
under the birthing sun
as you take a bow,
Yia-Yia
Matt Esteves Hemmerich is an undergrad from SFSU with an emphasis in scriptwriting. His work has appeared in Berkeley Poetry Review, Vanitas, Emerge Literary Journal, Apropos Literary Journal, and Atlas Poetica.
