brother is convinced his ear muffs will any minute play music.  mother like a bible is made of books.  I am not in a movie and I am not in the movie based on this beating.  I am tall for my church.  when I look jesus in the eye he thinks I am his cross.  father packs gospel snow in a gospel plant.  father sends his love in a spraycan he lifts with his mind.  mother’s breast, I forget which, is still to me an untouched baseball.  when an actual baseball presents itself I avoid my fingers.  sister is the tactile learner of the bunch.  I stitch her drug dolls.