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Healed by a microscope, the angel burns my missing son's hair
in the mirror's
invisible stomach.
I am in the blue school of that first shooting.
Ohio radio treats fatigue as an error from sleep's past.
Art is a moon rock in a gun shop
And death
God's refusal
to age.
The boy is interested in black holes
because he doesn’t know how to say
death death death. Just, infinite dark.
Event horizon. Singularity. The boy
teaches me how to mouth the absence
I won’t imagine—the dark keeps going
without time so it can’t hold words.
One of us will enter it. And then another.
But the boy makes an exception: rats
can escape anything, are a synonym for
what I call meaning, what you might call light.
Still dark, my baby girl leaps out
the window to greet the rising sun.
I stand below ready to catch her,
but every time she takes off
without fail, her laughter calling
to the orioles, calling
to my shame that had I the choice,
I would have never taught her to fly.
Somewhere there is a man with a gun
who will take pleasure in seeing her
skin against the pure blue sky—
and shooting her down.
My own mother did not flinch
when I first raised my arms
and lifted my feet off the ground,
above her head.
She only said you better hope
bulletproof skin comes with that
gift. Years later I found out it did.
When the shooting began
Everyone ran to the trucks
Grabbed whatever their backs needed
And made for the trucks
Except K
And they begged him to get on
The ones who ran to the trucks
But he refused them all
Later they found him
On the road running
And howling and still
He refused them all
Since he knew
His legend would grow
Then sightings began
He was clothed or naked
Cooking or sleeping
Eating or drinking what
The others gave him
And their begging remained the same
The trucks going loaded
Then coming back empty the same
Until it was forgotten
When K had first lost his mind
Before the shooting started
Or much worse after
One thing for sure
K is real
Safe and sweet especially
Holding a baby to sleep
Or asking for a sip of your Fanta
Or calling out your name from where
You cannot see him