If I could stick an arrow into God, spilled free from bow or empowered gray with spire, run whooping raw in thunder, dab with relish those puddles of the kill,

Somewhere in America another group of students’ lives are torn apart by bullets and somewhere in America my sister is teaching math today. I wonder how she can possibly make

My friend is rushed to the ICU and I am [worried|jealous]. The nurses flush out her death wish with charcoal. I have offered my chest as a [cutting|white] board over

Holding our single night to the light, we suspend moments next to each another so the bad stands out worse. You pass through. All this focus on being yourself, revealing