Wanting the body open,
—bone gap of ache.

She never held God in her fists.

Wishing the memory

gathered like water,

the Big Bang happens

each day in your hands.

The telephone rings, you do notanswer. Let the machine carry aconversation with some telemarketerbecause you hate to hear your ownvoice. Cringe at the thought ofsomeone knowing your secret,how you would much rather bea ghost.