See what good

I pour myself into the maw
Presented, dark and gaping,
By the circumstances
Surrounding my family


I give to them one quarter of the
Bandaids I bought at our
graham-cracker rural Walmart

I bring to them the friends I made in
Colombia, and the Chilean teachers too
We feed them Dutch-oven meat and potatoes

I drive the canyon, inventing errands for myself so I can
Fill a cart at Costco
And buy my parents a month or two


Family, see what good I have brought you
Enjoy this quality I have dragged back
Like a sack of golden potatoes
Marking a trail in the dust behind me.