dental floss in the toilet

my sister was kind of a genius
in fourth grade she wrote a poem
eulogizing JFK that captured our
collective distress when the good
die young which she sort of did
leaving us in her early fifties after
struggling to navigate the era we
had been born into with more than
a few of her toes walking along
some kind of diverse neural path
through the weirdness of that
time when women were finally
headed away from being held
captive with very few rights then
suddenly responsible for taking
care of themselves but no one
had bothered to show them how
no wonder she used to throw
her used floss into the toilet

Cinse Bonino
2024