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set the hour for their reunion.
She’s under the green
canopy in the closed coffin.

I found God huddled in my father’s insanity.
There beneath the layers
of confusion—as to why none of us saw the
spinning ball or the parade outside—

At fourteen, Daryl cut across an empty lot
behind a brick pharmacy
where he had picked up his mom’s pills
(linden trees in town bloomed in pale sweetness),

In the Big Ending,
My son used to say
When I read him the Genesis board book.
Which was perfect, I thought.

Because I did not fit a second time
in the womb of my mother,
I was born of my father instead.