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I went to your city
ate all your buildings
they stick out of my
belly
when I breathe

fell asleep in a cathedral
with mice and cats
gnawing around my ears
scratching a scar
between my fingers

your brother showed up
in his Sunday best
with a little book
and a sash

I moved
like
a field of flowers
in the wind

and he moved like
leaves scattered
by a storm

he asked

what are you doing
with my child?
with my child?

he ate all the pages
from his book
and coughed them up
in a tithing basket

I asked him

what have I done
with my child?
with my child?

and swallowed the
basket whole

now I get it
now I’ve lost it
now I’ve lost it