we couldn’t get a horse because we had this one dog would fake sick.  had this nurse would sleep with her shoes on.  I don’t know how many of us there were.  I had more fevers than god had footprints to follow.  had an insect to offer worry.  we were poor and perfect when pretending to be.  father had a hat that remembered our names and mother a kite she called the birthday of a ghost.  I wanted to be a girl but my sorrow was too southern.  had a sister and she asked her baby what do angels have.  I never saw for myself the ransom note from hell we couldn’t touch.  parts came in pairs so both would answer.