we were braiding birdsongs into white noise
asleep in our horse drawn beds
...
i want your flowers like
babies want god's love
...
as a way of getting in touch with my origins
every night i set up the alarm clock
for the time i was born so that waking up
becomes a historical reenactment
...
Papa died Sunday and I understood
All dead white boys say, "God is
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