the sky comes apart into birds
circling
three leading the turns
during calisthenics
surprisingly these mark good times
the baby’s head hurts
her belly is warm
each wound she carries
an earthquake beneath my skin
already their disruptions show
how do we heal?
I hear a bell ringing
there is a god, female shouldered,
back slumped over
one side to the other
her fingers threading fissures together
pulling the nylon
slowly bringing those edges in
how I wait for that coming together
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