You carry yourself like a leftover
meal, your back an arched rib bone.
You think yourself alone in doubts,
alone in the way your arteries stretch
your yearnings...
I haven’t heard from her in years—
and even then only to decline
invitations to my daughters’ weddings
but I’m willing to listen.
She begins with her heart,
her...
I object mostly to the lack of love
accompanied by professions of love,
those honey-coated lozenges of turpentine:
“what I wrote was the truth” and
“I wasn’t attacking...
please bless the brothers
the fathers, the sons
to see themselves
in God / to see in God
themselves
to hear their lives
through hymns, scripture, law
to find their self
on...
They pulled you from me
When your body
Could not find its way.
A rescue.
I cried.
Knowing you'd be spared
The pain your brother was not.
Your journey was quick:
Hands...