No poem today! A lot because feeling confined by NaPoWriMo is not what I want to get out of it. Also because I spent my time well today, with generations of women important to me, telling me that ‘men were trash in the 60s and they are trash now’ (a direct quote). Slowly teasing out family history and piecing it together in a way that’s very quiet and oral and always more remarkable than I expect. And I’m not feeling to write about it yet. just sit in it a bit. pay respects, you know?