so banal a demand it went unnoticed
The week-before-last Ada asked Michael and I /
if we believed in God, a higher power, /
Often what I want is impossible
Glory exists along a continuum.
My head was in the middle / of something.
The building between the buildings. A child, / Graveyards.
In a dark home an instant more by choice, / the body.
having learned what it means / to be apart
What did you see, little fish?
I wonder as nascent mythology / quietly makes the rain.