You house my children

and my children’s children.

You are the ship carrying descendent cargo.



You are shrouded in hazardous vapor

like a myth. You hold the ten-prong

hanger dangling matter. The one

called back from eternity.



You have been cast off and delivered—

shipped to an office building,

and retrieved in my bedroom.



I do not know what it is like

to awaken suddenly, carried

in the body of another.