when out
of ideas
she cuts
my hair

-

a man who’s been forgiven
has no past

-

my healer
is the main squeeze
of her god’s
pastoral
depravity

-

the plane is coming back

-

at my mother’s cough

the bombings
continue

-

father
retains
his orphan
clout, I lose

-

sight

-

of my hands
that they’ll know

-

what to do