Our new life (2000)
I'm trying to believe what I know. Heeding what hanging around here has shown me about people and meaning. (Divinity?) Childhood lessons about the one on whom to believe simmer and hiss in my ears this time of year. (Jesus Christ!)
My aunt died last month. Her 3 year old son thinks she is in Heaven, with God, up in the sky. (Like airplanes.) I want to tell him that she is here, with God, among us. They are us.
It's another death to make life from. All my dreams and possibilities shift again. My mom calls to ask if I'm okay. (Okay?) Yeah, just different. The little boy asleep on my lap has become the center of the universe and I a lesser satellite.
Certain desperate measure are no longer an option. (Curse God and die!) I have become Life's advocate and Death's companion. We mix a gritty Trinity.
I'll go to my grandmother's house for the weekend. We'll set the table, sit the boy atop a phone book, and offer thanks. (Listen to us.)
You are the sheepdog
receive them (1999)
I've been reading it less these last years,
hide and see (1999)
I write in a tiny room
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