he trades his doll for her doll’s eviction story.  

I bring them tea
and hope
I have a son

I don’t know about.  

-

I was born to believe
I was born
because I’d set
my mom
on fire.

-

you call *******
on the body
belonging
to one
whose inheritance
of sorrow
can be traced
in origin
to a future

event
a father
attends
as god’s

plus one.