easy on the eyes, her parents
invisible

in the white-haired dream of stroke’s snowfall

–

her other, the apple-diver gone AWOL from the priesthood

her twin, tapped out
of being
born

–

the grey bullfrog
god of her brother’s
swollen
neck

–

what else

a fat kid
hearing
how he won’t
hang himself,

a sleeping bag
puking
on the topmost
stair