Iron tang, words clang in memory.
You were just a snot-nosed kid when you first prayed. I remember it well. “One Tonka truck please, amen.” How could I refuse…
the sweetness of the dayseeped in through the cloakof nightyou — your broken heartmet…
The strings of our multi-versesPulling, pushing partsOn the loom.Looking down,No around,Upside,And between.No more you, No more me,Just…