your name called out at
the exact moment
a woman’s body washes ashore
three thousand miles away
or a man pulling poems
from the bones of old lovers

obvious things

my wife and her fears

my lack of faith

my lack of money

the possibilities of
highways and of walls

the idea of starvation

of sunlight
through rainsoaked trees

and what if
the unborn child becomes
a weapon?

what if the ocean is bottomless?

don’t believe for a second
that any of this poetry

don’t think that
killing the killers is
the same thing as justice

and maybe
it doesn’t have to be

maybe christ’s death was as
as anyone else’s

can you accept this
as the truth or
do you want to see me bleed?

consider your answer

maybe all that it
makes you is human

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