ribcage ruptures formed

this earth. this lake pulled

into taut hauntings, spooled

into sky once lilac-oxidized.

we, sailored. we anchored

to brick and bark; twins in

these twilights and darkenings.

likelihood of return loosely

based on: how many of our

four daughters survived; how

close the place of death was

to home. home was once

such a bluebird refuge for us.