the room is no longer
the sick
relative
room.  

our guest is discovered to be a lack of absence.  

here and there,
astronauts prefer
uncalled
to earthbound.  

it wasn’t until I was reincarnated that I began eating animals.

I knock on a baby’s head, a light knock,
the someone home
will need
your voyage.  

lakeside, we forgive
the lone thought
as if the thought
is as alone
as the one
underwater
who

     visible only
to the orphan
form
chain-smoking
beside her clothes

does not
repeatedly
surface.