far be it from you
to be cleared
by god
of invisibility…

part of the curse
is the lifting
of curse, the ability

to lift
home
from the house
of already
where

to save
a chicken
from its head

the boy

who once
drilled
for crow
has now
fashioned
from a license
plate

a crude
guillotine…

not now, memory, I am this close

to conjuring
the shape
of the man
whose son
pulled
from a bathroom
stall
my daughter
to ask
was she done
growing
a tail