I flew above my sister’s suicide
carried by a white balloon.
My tears splashed down,
but my parents thought
more of her blood.
Bill, where is all the blood coming from?
Years later, in vast New Mexico,
I was seen only by a wide-winged crow
and a few large-brained friends.
My red balloon car was only an invitation
close to the prairie's edge
where I stopped to check a low tire.
Either the world was born too big
or I too small.
A dot of salt
on a rattler’s fang.
Causes Bonnie Roberts Supports
The Southern Poverty Law Center, The National Resource Defense Council, The ACLU, Doctors without Borders, Save Darfur