In that moment I did not feel the presence of god my bolster grasp constitutes a cartoon barbeque stance i am carried away by hoods here but not there the wide laminar river, i’m upside down nearer— engulfed this superflat scape of no echoes to which my senses discerned ran past eternity up above the…
we crawled before we learned to march, the prints of our hands and knees a path, drawn erased written burned spoken silenced and carved into the skin with cold flint. we cradled our palms before we learned to curl them into fists, swallowing the anger like spit, heads face-down through the burning in our throats….
I give it two days until they find the body beneath the bed, toes sticking out over lush carpet. Rigor mortis already set in; cold, but flesh still unspoiled. Untouchable even to flies. Or maybe it will be a week over which they will continue to place their slippers by the door and shuffle in,…