I.

am
voice
crushed into ball of question
this word dangles
the

space

around it
the rest of the world, vocabularized

to capture possibilities
I become

II.

fill a second
she paused
and waved down a mote
of dust.

Felt sorry, uncontrollably
“it’s not my fault,
there’s so little time to cry.”

I began to count to

III.

most high and holy,
most grim and glory,
most fly and flighty,
most cry nightly
most often.

it wakes me in the morning,
so early it take the sun by
surprise
rock a bye I try
I wonder at this unfailing pink mouth
slip ina drool pool
of uluating,
naming, wailing,
maiming sonic baby playing.

this is three
united, flesh
divinity
(what rhymes with divinity)

these walls are flat to it
I think
my hand a thin blade of comfort,
just smelling of food
something to remember in a vague dream, of two dimensions
I hope it remembers
I hope I remember:

(rock a bye baby
on the tree top
when the wind blows
the singing won’t stop)

Had it three weeks now
hasn’t touched the floor

at night I look in her eyes
and ask if she recalls
how she felt

be

IV.

I.