Remember that colorful, dingy quilt
we could never throw away?
A dreary diet of winter nights
ate away its warmth
until all that remained:
a rainbow
of rags.

Written on every patch
a pattern of family

It’s easy to empathize
with faded and frayed,
A unique, mosaic
of faces, places,
haphazardly sewn together.

The pretentiously pink square
inherited from the grandma
we never met.
The tear, a hasty repair,
post tug-of-war
with our labrador—
may she rest 
in peace.

A moldy coffee stain
disfigures an innocent magnolia,
bears witness of a fearful, feverish night
in which—I’ve been told—
I participated,
but all I have
is physical evidence.