This week we’re bringing you some poems that I’ve kept in my back pocket. These are the kinds of poems that ask you to observe the immediate world — a pan that still sizzles when removed from heat, elderly hair dye, an animal tooth for a necklace, and a government that can hear but cannot see. It is within these ordinary observations that Maura Lee Bee finds revelations: the unspoken strength of a mother as guide, how fear is instilled even in distance, and the value of a face remembered.