Eternity:
I am seven and forbidden
a book. If I look down I'll puke.
The house:
Blue with roses ascending
up the side. Insides smell like
Pa before he died:
Cat, cotton, paper.
My hands: cold and stained red.
At the cemetary:
my stiff fingers, pale sun, I don’t like
the carved out space I know waits under me
while I pray