I am counting on my fingers
in front of a mirror
those I’ve known
who’ve died
of fright.
I am working the loosest brick
from the house of god
while standing on the backs
of two kids
whose father
borrowed
then sold
a crowbar.
I am telling my abuser
how to direct
with a magnifying
glass
the stream
of god’s
****
I am charging the riding mower’s
battery, I am alone, I have a hair
on my head
for my son
to pull.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
I am counting on my fingers
in front of a mirror
those I’ve known
who’ve died
of fright.
I am working the loosest brick
from the house of god
while standing on the backs
of two kids
whose father
borrowed
then sold
a crowbar.
I am telling my abuser
how to direct
with a magnifying
glass
the stream
of god’s
****
I am charging the riding mower’s
battery, I am alone, I have a hair
on my head
for my son
to pull.
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