It smelled like soap when you

were talking about the trinity

I came through the swallow

of tall grass, equal parts

blank, red, sanded:

I was equal parts 

& emerging from the guest

house—I saw you standing

in the pitch black like a

nightingale, nightingale

you’ve ruined

my sleep but

it smelled as close 

to a shower

You’ll make up for

your own death

every night 

standing & floating

with jesus & the spirit

there is no choice

it gets colder around 6

but I bring my bird

& here is our little scene 

near the unmade 

lawn you 

scared me when

I was just at that age