what we want / to eat / we stuff / into an opened

goat, bury the goat

on a hot day
in sand.

in my father’s body
what  
will burst, will burst
when I
swallow.

the devil has a hand in so many things

god
peeks into its mouth
for fun.

I fashion my sickness after the mother

of all dreams / dreaming / of the same

invasive
procedure.

my own mother

tries to leave
but the bomb
is all
shadow.

I am the part of you
the mother’s pill
reached.

it is why I confess to praying.