Caring is a disease passed on
My grandpa stood here and my dad
imagined him doing so, and I
am here to pay my respects to
the love my dad had for him
Buy a tee shirt with my family crest
in a gift shop in a
room, on land, haunted by loves and horrors
collapsed into living, begatting, death, really
who cares about these people
fucking and colonizing
Take my picture
by the sign
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Brittany Dennison is a poet from St. Louis and Seattle who currently lives in New York, where she works at New Directions. She has published poems in Electric Literature, Gramma, The West Wind Review, Abraham Lincoln, and the Pacifica Literary Review.
The Denison Homestead first appeared in TLR Chemistry.