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