—An installation by Greta A. Bach

you didn’t know who you were

they didn’t know why they were

we didn’t know who you are

but there were always eggshells for breakfast. & broken plates

there was funny if you squint one way & dangerous another

you close your eye trying to get it left

we hadding happy memories if they could only find you

you can only working so long. they hardest to find

they am always the underside of ever. what’s in front of we if they only knewing

they didn’t know who you were

you don’t known them know &

Wendy Vardaman (wendyvardaman.com), PhD, works as a web & digital media specialist. The author of three poetry collections, her creative practice includes editing, prose writing, printing and book arts. She served as Madison poet laureate from 2012 to 2015 and volunteers as a graphic designer.