about his sister how she
wanted
to be light
built night in her ribs
cage strangled
the moon how a fine
down feathered her
crept from sternum
to navel
how her foot
bones ached
from the ground
when a woman
is left with no
wings
when she forgets
to counsel
her shadow
forgets to wind it
out like lace
when the sky
is too blank too
wide she might
make blades
of her shoulders
raise ridges of bone
wait to fledge
Jesus humble
poor despised
would be a woman
today obese in white pants
butt dimples
pocking the fabric
Jesus crucified
a woman
young pockets
and mind full of riches
silent
angling a mirror
to see how her
butt might be
taken
how hunger
could make it
lovely bearable
vanish
I will tell
my daughter so
she knows
her body the body
of every woman
is sun
seedbed
doorway
the body
of every woman
is God