i can't hear the hymn so well
a hastening of death clots it
like the minced bone bits,
sleeping on the ocean.
mom, what's happened?
you've taken to resting
a wiggling babe on your chest
did i too struggle for the slow crawl
of freedom? or was i just the
bare rawness of asthma & infection.
I'm still smoking,
your boy touched by an angel
and tapped on the spine by a needle
bigger than me
bigger than god.
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